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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I run a hand down my face.

Options.

I could ask a secretary from another department to help, though that arrangement proved disastrous last time. PA services weren’t the only thing I was offered. That kind of attention is something I neither want nor need in my work environment. I need someone to come in and do their job, not flirt for my attention.

My phone pings.

DANTE:

Reminder: Drinks tonight.

LEO:

I’m in.

ORLANDO:

Need a drink after the week I’ve had.

DANTE:

Alex? David?

ME:

I’ll be there.

DAVID:

Sorry, guys. Not tonight.

LEO:

Ah, the joys of having a pregnant wife.

DAVID:

You’re just jealous.

LEO:

100%

ME:

Get back to work! Some of us have things to do.

ORLANDO:

Yes, Dad.

I smile, tossing my phone into the drawer and returning to the discarded document, forcing myself not to think of what’s to come.

CHAPTER 6

ALEX