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18: Kenna Prime
Calvin was in his office when the door burst open. He hid his annoyance as his assistant walked in. She waved some sheets in the air, and he pressed two fingers to his temple, hoping the building headache would disappear. Nothing had gone right for him this week. Lance was deliberately ignoring him, and he didn’t know their stand with Ace. Was the problem with the changes he made to the contract? It couldn’t be.
“Sir, we got it,” Destinee declared before he could ask about the problem. His eyes carried all his confusion, and his assistant laughed as she bridged the gap between them to slap the papers on the table. “This.”
Calvin snatched the first page from her. His brows knitted and relaxed almost instantly. Was this a joke? He spared Destinee a glance, and she beamed. Maybe he would keep her. She had survived his worst. He read through again, skimming the lines on every page to be sure this wasn’t a trick.
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