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12. HIRED
“Miss Madroi?”
My head peaked up to the door where a man stood, holding it open.
“Yes.” I stood, my ass burning from all the hours I had spent on that chair.
“Can you please follow me.”
“Great.”
I was going crazy in that boardroom alone. I put my gadgets in my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
Honestly I had done a lot of work in the two hours sitting there but the hunger would soon knock me down.
We walked into the hall, no one else there.
If I had my husband’s number I would have blasted his phone a long time ago.
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