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“I’ve never had a job that required nice clothes before, so I was kind of excited about getting to look professional, you know,” she says softly.

“You look very professional, and you’re going to make the rest of us look like slobs. I’m glad you’re here, Marti. The place can use a little upgrade in the professional department, and you’ll give it that. I know a new job can be scary, but I’m only a few steps away if you have any questions. I want you to like it here, to be a part of our team, so let me know if I can help with that,” I say with a smile to my newest employee.

Marti beams at me, and I walk down the hall feeling better about my choice. She may need this job as much as I need her here.Marti has not had an easy life, not any better than Candy has, and she deserves some good in hers now too.

Horse is sitting in my office on the couch fiddling with his phone when I walk in. That explains how Marti got in the building before I arrived and also reminds me to get her access codes and a key today. Another thing to add to my long list of shit to do.

“Why are you here so early?” I ask Horse as I take a moment to view the pristine appearance of my office.

Reeves might have an injured cock, but it didn’t stop him from doing a great job at cleaning.

“Wanted to talk with you before the guys get here.”

“About?” I question.

“Why do those two fucktards have their own office, but I don’t?” Horse asks.

“Basically, because you haven’t been here that long and don’t really need one yet,” I answer honestly.

“Figured as much. Still, I’d like to have my own space. I live with Reeves and now have to share a van and an office with him, too.”

“You should have thought twice about taking him in as a roommate. Boot his ass back to the clubhouse, and you’ll have hours of your own space each night,” I state with a laugh.

“What’s the donkey man whining about now?” Pigeon asks as he walks into the room.

“Horse, not donkey, asshat,” Horse sputters.

“Wants his own office.”

“Tired of Reeves already?” Pigeon asks with a clear taunt in his voice and a smirk on his face.

“I don’t feel like I’m a valued member of this unit when I’m the only one without an office,” Horse insists.

“You’re not a valued member. You’re a pity hire Gunner forced on us,” Pigeon states with a loud laugh.

Horse bales off the couch and tackles Pigeon before he can make an escape. They hit the floor hard, and the wrestling commences. Well, that escalated fast. I step to the side to avoid getting tangled up with them as Reeves walks in. Jumping over the two supposedly grown men on my floor, he stops next to me, watching the action. After a moment, he speaks, and his words make me cringe, knowing I’ll never feel clean again.

“They wouldn’t be rolling around down there if they knew how much of my DNA they’re wrestling in.”

I have Marti call the customers we have installs for today and reschedule. I get the guys in front of their computers and get them going through videos from all the camera systems I acquired access to. I give them a description of the man that we’re looking for and then return to my office.

After ordering new flooring, not carpet this time, and a new desk chair, I rummage around in the storeroom until I find a large tarp. I wrap it over my chair before sitting down.

Opening the video that Aria took on her phone of the guy, I study it closely. She’s right. There is something familiar about him, but I can’t place what it is exactly. I go back through every videofrom her system over and over again, looking for something I missed. I then move to the videos from my system. The only thing I know for sure is it’s the same guy. Same clothes, same walk.

I have to switch gears for a while when Chubs texts me information about the guys the club has been watching. It’s frustrating but necessary, so I shove my feelings aside and get busy. I lose track of time as I move through the information and try to piece it all together. When Marti appears at my side, takeout container in hand, I tell her thanks without looking up. The food grows cold, and the pile of Monster drink cans pile up as I continue trying to connect the dots. I’m so into what I’m doing I don’t realize Pigeon is shouting my name until an ink pen bounces off my head.

“What?” I shout, irritated at being interrupted.

“Found something you need to do your magic with, dickwad,” he says before dropping a sheet of paper on my desk.

“What’s this?”

“A license plate number. Stalker boy climbed into a car three blocks away from Aria’s place, and that’s the plate number. You’re welcome,” Pigeon says before flipping me off and leaving my office.

All thoughts of club business leave my mind as I snatch up the sheet and turn back to my keyboard. After a brief time, I have the name associated with the plate number and their address. Hitting Chubs’ contact on my phone, I wait impatiently for him to answer.

“What up, brother?” he answers.

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