The Contest

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Ellis Two minutes after he leaves, I race out after him. I am not about to let this kind of s**t go. I catch him at the elevator. He looks stunned that I followed him. “Back in my office now!” He turns sighing with annoyance and heads back toward my office. I spot Henry peeking around the corner. He holds his phone up and I nod quickly. I pull mine from my pocket and call him. I hear him whisper “recording now and will stream the office feed.” After shutting the door, I watch him walk over and sit down on the couch. “You haven’t already read my proposal Ellis.” “No I haven’t. What the hell do you think you are doing? This is not the 1800's where you arrange marriages by dowry. Choosing who I’ll marry and making it into a contest…seriously. And who on earth would you train to take my p

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