Ho, sitting across from a sharp, smiling woman from
finalized physical contract across the table. "Just a few signatu
ight of it feeling solid an
the bell on the café doo
Jen and
descending smirk spreading across her lips. She walked
t have to sit here all alone. I was thinking... if you come back to the office and make a formal, public apology to
, man. We can't have o
ng. I just l
counter with two coffees. S
fully, tapping the contract. "Once you sign, you
vanished, replaced by a mask of
ped. "SOM? You'r
tic, buzzing shriek that cut through the café's quiet m
's Mr. Benton's personal assistant. He's... he's at the firm. H
Her eyes darted to me, a flicker of the old calcula
m, her nails digg
" she hissed, her voice lo
, then back up at her terrified fac
," I said.
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