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JAXON

I took a swig from my tumbler, staring through the window with my face as blank as a sheet. I appeared calm on the outside, but I was a nerve-wracking mess on the inside. A knock sounded at my door and I heaved a sigh.

"The door is not locked," I announced, and the door creaked slowly, accompanied by the clicking of heels against the vinyl floor.

"Good morning, Jaxon." Her bubbly and energetic voice, which was filled with so much enthusiasm, filled the room. I spun around in my swivel chair, my gaze zeroing in on the blonde, who had her hair tied in a high ponytail. Her slim frame was draped in a corporate midi red dress that matched perfectly with the crimson lipstick on her lips.

She sauntered forward gracefully like she had the whole world parched on her palms, a bright smile plastered on her face, which had her blue eyes twinkling with softness.

"Good morning, Kendra." I retorted in a bored tone which sounded so dismissive, but like always, she didn't take it to heart. She s