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“Yes, Mr Tate?”

“Would you call my car for me? I’m late”

“Yes, sir”

I don’t bother re her that she doesn’t need to call randfather’s assistant before he retired, and he was old-school Old habits die hard for her

As I stride through my office doors, Sasha scrambles to her feet at her desk

“Here’s your bag,” she thrusts it intowith hiht to discuss a proposal”

“Fuck,” I ot somewhere important to be”

“Of course Have a good night, sir”

“You, too”

When I reach the street, the door sleek, black Cadillac It was also inherited frorandfather He believed that the CEO of Alexander Holdings should arrive and depart fro believer in creating your own reality

If we portray a sense of success, ill be successful

We already are, and we don’t need to put on a show to prove it, but I grudgingly agreed to his quirks when I took over for hi,” I tell the driver “I’m late”

“Will do” He takes off like a bullet, and I go about the icar

My legs are long, so folding and contorting er’s lip twitch in the rearview mirror

“Shut it,” I growl at hi le into my favorite jeans, and thankfully, finally, replace my loafers with broken-in cowboy boots

“Ahh,” I sigh, settling back into the seat “That’s more like it”

I’ It’scomfortable clothes

I grab my phone and text my wife

Babe, I’ll be there in 5

There are three bubbles

Hurry up I miss you

I s