Chapter Seven

"Flores, you gotta' be kidding.", Mr. Campbell incredulously laughs, white gum sitting on his tongue. Though middle aged, he'd be handsome if he ever fully opened his eyes.

Ms. Bailey said I was to handle Mr. Campbell the same way she does, and I'm trying but it's easier said than done. I sound like an entitled brat threatening him through someone else's name.

"Just- ", I sigh, "Will you have the information by this afternoon?"

Mr. Campbell eyes me and I harden my eyes.

"You're not very good at threats kiddo,", he grits out, chuckling at me as he chews away, "Not scary enough."

I deadpan him, "Well I can call down Ms. Bailey, maybe she'll be better."

We glare at each other.

He puffs out an annoyed breath before rolling his eyes, "Come see me at two."

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"Aurora.", Ms. Bailey greets as I exit the elevator, "Let's talk in my office."

Neither of us sit as she speaks, "Jack?", she questions.

"He'll be done by two."

"Good,", she mutters, reaching for a folder on her desk, "Take this