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ASHLEY

"Okay, people, get to work!" I clapped my hands together with a wide grin on my face, subtly dismissing my editors. They mumbled greetings to me and soon filed out of the office, shutting the door behind them and I slumped onto my chair, spinning myself around. I kicked my heels off my feet, moaning at how good it felt not to have that death trap strapped to my legs.

I threw my head backwards on the chair, sighing softly. God, no one said it would be so hard to run a firm. The past few weeks have been so draining. I leave home so early and get back late at night. Ivana told me that the first few months are always the hardest, because you have to put things in order and get everything going. And she was right. I couldn't afford a slip-up. I wanted everything to come out so nice.

It was exhausting but I loved every bit of it.

Heck, it still feels so unreal. Every day I walk in here to discharge my duties, it makes me question the fact that I, indeed, owned this place. It made me