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THE CONFERENCE ROOM

When they got to their floor, they walked straight into the transportation unit. The first rundown meeting was in ten minutes. She walked over to her desk with that damn notebook clutched to her chest.

"Parrish, join us in the conference room," Dante heard himself say.

She perked, bit down a smile, and then opened the notebook and scribbled something into it. Fast. Lord. She was so fucking thirsty for the job.

Dante let Victoria dispose of the few documents he had signed. Dante made sure to get rid of her.

"You'll be taking notes, Freya, not making suggestions," Dante said.

He was careful to treat her exactly as he would any other reporter in her position. He was already an insufferable prick, so he wasn't particularly awful to her. But he was also fair, and after a week, she'd earned the right to sit, listen, and absorb.

She kept her eyes on her notebook. "At least I have left the slave terrain."

"Happy to always put you back in that position." Good thing Victoria had started worki
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