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Chapter Thirty Three
Rory’s POV I knock on Brandy’s door, she never actually left me any information about the job she wanted me to do yesterday, and as she waved me away when I knocked, I ended up twiddling my thumbs for the remainder of the afternoon. Unable to face another day of nothing to do, I’m outside of my boss’ office first thing in the morning. ‘Come in’ Brandy calls out, she sounds harassed and as I push open her door, I’m met with an irate woman who is glaring at her cell as though it’s her own personal nemesis. ‘Answer my messages!’ she mutters angrily, ‘don’t make me come and find you.’ ‘Brandy?’ I call out meekly, inching toward the desk as the auburn haired woman finally looks up, her features strained. ‘Rory, what do you need?’ she asks distractedly, glancing at her screen again. ‘Uh,
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