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I snatchedthe papers, orked on with one hand, I typed outup ht I’dto be the one who skipped out on stuff until everyone stopped invitingmy jacket off the back of the chair, I threw it on

“You’re leaving?” Zara stared at e conference room table covered in sketches, abandoned scraps of paper, and empty coffee cups

“We can pick this up tomorrow”

“Thirty-six hours That's all we have left We don’t even have a draft proposal completed” She stood in front of the doorith her arms crossed over her chest Her favorite pose

“Finger food Booze Axe throwing Presentation Throw some bows on it and call it a day It’s not complicated Excuse me”

She squared off in front of h, and we need to figure out e'll be doing to entertain everyone”

“Tomorrow is a new day Why don’t you sleep on it? That way you'll have y to jam your color palettes down my throat You’re in

ed toward the elevator

“Toht am,” she shouted after me

I stepped into the elevator “Wouldn’t miss it for the world”

Sneakers scuffed and squeaked off the lacquered wooden floor Four nets had been lowered froames on the courts The entire place s

I keptfroym clothes were starched to within an inch of their life

“Are you washing clothes with all this spinning? Or are you going to shoot soe of me

“Like you’ve ever seen a washing machine, let alone used one You’d better protect that watch face when I knock your ass over”

He froze for a second and looked at his wrist