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When Scarlett finally worked out the courage to show up to work that Friday, she noticed her receptionist friend, Lara was not at the front counter. She walked through the cubicle, saw that the small team had gathered on one side of the space, all around Gabriel whose voice seemed strained.
Her heels tapped lightly in the room and they all turned to her, relief in their eyes. She felt a sudden weight on her shoulders then. She realized they were counting on her. Gabriel’s eyes seemed distant even as he approached her, “Scar, your case is solid, right?”
One of the employees exclaimed, sounding irritated, “We could help her if you’d only let us know who her client is, Gabriel! You said the job would get us enough to cover the p*****t for the expansion of the building?”
Scarl
