Chapter 11
He was pissed. Not loud about it, not dramatic. Just sharp. And sharp suited him a little too well. It was obvious he hated being paired with her; the tension in his jaw said enough. Too bad. She didn’t care. Or at least that’s what she told herself when the discussion room went noticeably quiet the moment she stepped in.
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