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was hanging loosely on my neck, with my coffe

r swung open, a

like we weren't living in a panic. "I nee

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his morning-limited stock." Sh

face. "Mia, not now. P

chest. "Maybe if you stopped stressing so much, your face wo

r the third time in a row. It w

g the caller ID. "Yeah, I'l

swered with gritted teeth. "Just settle it. T

to sign without your ap

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sked sweetly. "Please

t it out later. Just-" I leaned in and kissed her cheek, gr

y. The door slammed behind

e off

ing before Terrence ran up to m

left just now. They wa

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ey had other

down on the receptionist's desk. "T

epped back.

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tedly. "The ones

rom security. Tell him to head to my house and

antly regretted showing up today. There was no c

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phone lit up again-emails, messages, pings. I started bark

report o

e stupid questio

re, I'm firing someone today." I yelled,

ing downtown in thirty minutes, and I hadn't even reviewed the agenda.

lert you that your company card has been temporarily frozen due to suspicious c

ked. "Who

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e to answer before my perso

who else

nching the bridge

ing every word. "I was trying to get something and it ju

twenty grand i

it all month! No

Mia. Go home. I'll f

spe

yelling. My head was pounding, my chest

. Some fell to the ground, others fell in the waste

fteen minutes to get to that meeting

ooking papers and shoving them into my briefcase. I to

llway, a thought st

as that pap

n. I turned back cause I kn

ugh the overflowing bin. Crumpled sticky notes. An old co

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