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Mark I pushed back from the desk, rubbing my temples. “Now I know why Dad always had an assistant this time of year. It’s so f*****g busy.” I glanced up at my brother who looked as tired as I felt. He nodded. “Can we borrow someone else’s for a while?” “They’re trained for that manager and I don’t want to do that. Let’s get through the next couple of weeks and we’ll get someone to clean everything up, okay?” We were working so much and so quickly that there would be a s**t ton of spreadsheets to finalize. “Let’s make it a working situation this time.” “You didn’t like the other ones?” I challenged as Frank gazed at me. “I did, but neither seemed to end well and now we’re here working all goddamn day. I just want to be more responsible in the future.” He returned to his work on the comp