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ned out to be a complete shit show. All thanks to Mikel Summers. She must have registered the look on my face because her smile immediately died off. "Oh no, you didn't get it.
put your brakes on. Yes, I didn't get the promotion, but it has nothing to do with just
Let's gorge on chocolate cake while you tell me." "Have I told you recently that you're my favorite cousin?" I groaned. She snort
land and I caught her up to date on what had gone down in t
el? That bottom feeder? Never." I nodded in support, shoveling delicious chocolate cake into my mouth. "
reedthatanybodywholostgottoleavethecompany." I said in one breath, muffle
deal, as in, you willingly made an agreement with Mikel Summers that
n either trust me or not. There's no in between." "There's an in between for girl
g of the stakes – wait- Dunner doesn't know about this, does he?" "No." "People do terri
surprised if Mikel has spread word that you have Ebola so no one would want to come ten feet close to
s. What company is even going to let me turn them into my little pet project?" I groaned. "I spe
at her with raised brows. "You do?" "Did I ever tell you the story of the most humiliating one night stand experie
t stand have to do with my situation?" "Well, we still kinda keep in touch." To say I was lo
d open. Sprocks was one of the biggest if not the biggest tech companies right now. They ha
of dollars. It had been all uphill for them since then. "You can get me into Sprocks?" I asked. If I wanted to win this thing
n interview with the elusive owners. Everything the general public knew
stool to fling my hands around her smaller frame with an excited scream. "You are
home to the Sprocks company. I was in a dark green, polka dot shirt tucked into
t severely interrupt their process. "Good morning." I smiled at the woman at the front desk. "I'm here to see Mason Law." "Good morning. Hold on, please." She picked u
t what I had been expecting. Suited men and women were nowhere to be seen. Was this dress down day or what? Most peo
re if I had actively tried. Stealing my spine, I crossed the floor. Some curious glances
nt to see you again." He called out. Frowning, I opened the door and stepped into... Absolute chaos. It looked like a
on's desk. He looked up at me, green eyes studying me intently. Then he st
ur inches. He had long blond hair, and dark green eyes. He looked like a Viking. Well, if Vikings wore cargo shorts and T-shirts that is.
e in their pajamas if they didn't have to go out and make a living. Well, why not brin
son wasn't anywhere close to Mo's type. She preferred her men to be more corporate and serious. I was the one who enjoye
te complications I didn't want at all. "C'mon, let's go meet everyo
discover our secrets including why we wear sweatpants to work. Be nice to h
t that color and texture is divine." Someone said, I turned to see a brunette grinning at me. "I'll send you the link to the
ce themselves. Everyone was so nice, welcoming and cheerful. I was so glad I had gotten this opportunity and I knew thes
t was a little bit apart from the rest of the desks, closer to another office with one way glass walls and door. "Whose office is that? I feel weird sitting all t
o be very much around, like in meetings with the boss and all, there are some things she's going to see or hear that aren't meant for the public. The bosses will have the final right to go throug
?" "Did you just sign four pages of documents without even going through it or having your lawyer go through it?" Mark asked. "I trus
hat? Who's Mr. Hunt?" Kenzie chuckled. "Oh, sweetie. There are just some things you have to find
you." I said. This was alread