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He nods. “Nailed it,” he says, pushing off the desk.

“Let me check emails and then let’s make coffee in the break room and catch up on our weekend before we start talking work. I need some time to wake up on a Monday morning.”

“But what about Bentley? Won’t he want us to start on time?”

“He’s easy going. As long as you get your work done on time, you’re alright.”

That knowledge baffles me.

“How long have you worked here?”

“Five years,” Dalton says.

“Too long.” A grumble sounds from behind Poppy, and it makes me giggle.

Dalton tilts his head to look over in her direction, calling out, “Oh, don’t be like that. You secretly love it and wouldn’t work anywhere else.”

She mumbles, “Whatever.”

He turns with a smirk. “Told you,” he whispers.

“I heard that,” she barks back, and I pinch my lips together holding in a laugh.

“Let me get settled and I’ll come grab you afterwards.”

“Okay,” I say, returning to my computer.

It’s new, but fairly easy to use. I play around and open my email to find a new one from Mr. Spencer.

To Nova,

I hope you’re settling into your desk. HR and your colleagues will answer any questions. I’ll check in with you later.

I have a project you need to get started on, and if you need help Dalton and Poppy will be able to assist you.

I’ve attached everything you could possibly need, but I require a well-contracted pricing agreement. I already have the spec sheet, so you don’t need to worry about that.

This is to impress a hard client.

Bentley Spencer

Spencer Health CEO

I blink rapidly at the words. An empty feeling in the pit of my stomach settles as I’m delivered my first official task. There’s so much new information to consume that I’m afraid to fail. I need to write the perfect pricing contract because I don’t know if Bentley allows employees to make mistakes. I trust my gut and my abilities as an accountant, but the fear of getting fired still consumes me.

Hitting the reply button, I quickly type out.

Good morning, Mr. Spencer,

It’s been a lovely morning, thank you. What information about the client do you think would be useful for me to know about before I get started on this project?

Sincerely,

Miss Lee

I hit send and try to shake my nerves out of my hands and open the attachment on the email. Scanning the contents, I see it’s fairly basic, but I print it out and begin making notes. My head is buried in the papers for ages before a throat clears and I look up into the eyes of Dalton. “You’re going to make us look bad if you finish your work before morning coffee.”

I bite my bottom lip. “It’s an important deal for Mr. Spencer.”

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