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“I’ honest”

She levelsat the co And I don’t need you to tell me it’s a cluster because I already know I need you to tell me if there’s a way out of this e our bottom line”

“All right But you understand I’ll work more slohen I’m not properly caffeinated, especially since my body thinks it’s just after three am”

With a long-suffering sigh, she focuses on her phone, scrolling and tapping Two minutes later, she sets it aside “You’re welcome”

I have no idea what she thinks I should be thanking her for until a crunchy granola dude with a beard and aa cardboard case and a bored expression he turns on Sloan “Order for Princess?”

“That’s him” She points my way

“Cool, dude Whatever” He sets the box on the table beside ar “Thanks for using Coffee and Company”

The minute the door closes behind him, I turn to her “Princess? Really?”

She grins “I was convinced you were big and bad enough to be Satan’s asshole…until you whined about having no coffee So I had to downgrade you”

She’s not just yankingin her heels and wrenching until I want to gnashat me But eventually, I’ll come back at you”

“Is that a threat?”

“Just a fact”

Sloan doesn’t answer, ain on her work, so I do the same

Hours pass by while I study spreadsheets that seeh-fantasy novel than a financial report Technically, the formulas all work and the numbers add up…but none of it makes sense

“Who prepared this shit?” I ask, certain there are perh it