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EMMA&MIKE’S TALE Book 2- Chapter 8- Date night
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After three weeks….
“So, next week… Tuesday, right? 3 pm?”
“Yes, boss. Mr. Peterson has confirmed. I’ve already sent you the meeting details.”
Sheila’s voice crackles through the phone, efficient as always.
“Got it. Thanks, Sheila.”
I disconnect the call and shove my phone into my pocket. Peterson. Just saying the name makes my blood pressure spike. Landing this account, it’s been a game-changer for the firm, a financial windfall, and a personal validation all rolled into one.
But it’s also been a fucking headache. The man is demanding, impatient, and has a knack for micromanaging that would make a control freak cringe.
The elevator doors slide open, and I step inside, my gaze immediately landing on a familiar figure.
“Hey, Marcus.”
“Mike.”
He doesn’t sound as enthusiastic as usual, his voice lacking its usual warmth. He’s standing in the corner, his shoulders slumped, his gaze fixed on the floor. There is another other guy in lift I vaguely recognize…
