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ed the confidentiality of the meeting more as an assurance to me. "I trust that won

. "Good." I pushed the sentiment aside to focus on the matter at hand. "Let's get started, then." I gestured for them to enter the office ahead of me. When Naomi walked past, she refused to look at me. This should be interest

- If they're doing what they're supposed to do, that shouldn't be a problem, right? - We're happy to help in any way we can. - Dulce interrupted. Naomi looked like she wanted to say something else, but seemed to think better of it. Instead, she set her tablet on the table and busied herself taking notes. - Could you start by sharing your accounting files with me? "I need all the sales reports, personnel files, expense reports-everything." "Of course. Naomi can provide you with everything you need." Dulce inclined her head toward her. "I'll send you the most confidential files myself." "After I review the fil

and as a result, Schmoopes was born), was better than any alarm. Every morning, she would shove her cute, wet nose into my eyes, startling me awake. She meowed loudly. "Good morning, sweetheart," I whispered, and reached out to pet her. Only then did she stop and curl up next to me. I hugged her tightly. I had just started to doze off when I heard a thud and the squelch of little feet on the thin old carpet. I still loved him. He really ties the room together, I thought, remembering a quote from my favorite movie. When Timmy was a baby, I would always get up at dawn

ents. There's nothing to worry about." I had believed Bart-until Jonah Michaels showed up and opened his mouth. It was bad enough coming face to face with the man who had abandoned me after that one-night stand. To make matters worse, the bastard looked better than I remembered him. Damn it! He was also the one who was going to make changes, and no good could come of that. Not for the staff, at least. Schmoopes started meowing again. Not wanting Timmy to wake up, I got out of bed to feed our little cutie. The room I shared with my son was sm

ctually slept last night, I thought worriedly. She was fast asleep, so I closed the door completely, wanting her to get as much rest as possible. In the living room, Dad was sitting in his recliner, watching TV.

didn't want to wake the kid. Besides, you and your mom have enough to do." "We don't care, Dad, you know that." He looked at me with a slightly a