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“The first one. Seems like the best and most easy going out of the bunch.”

“Agreed. I’ll notify him today and I’ll let your agent know so they can get him on board. This will come be useful as you start filming again next week.”

“Is that all for today?” He questioned.

“Sure is. Have a good day,” I huffed, grabbing my stuff and leaving the office in a hurry.

I never thought I would deal with such an asshole as a boss, but here I was. A part of me wondered why I kept putting up with it, and then I reminded myself that everyone has to start somewhere. I just so happened to get stuck with Jason Baxter, the man who almost got me fired.

Chapter Two

TWO MONTHS LATER

Ihad thought by now the tension between Jason, and I would have died down, but it seemed to be the opposite. He was still short with me and still hated that he had an assistant. There were days I walked in and had to remind myself that I needed the paycheck so I couldn’t just quit.

I shuffled through the back door and into the kitchen, immediately starting a pot of coffee.

Once I heard it start gurgling I headed through the dining room and toward the now fully set up office.

“Who the hell are you?” A woman asked as I was stepping into the office.

I stopped and turned to face her, “I’m Sage, who are you?” I questioned back.

“I’m Jason’s wife!” she screamed, “you can’t just let yourself into the house!”

“I have a key, I assure you, I can.”

“Give me that,” she demanded.

I heard his footsteps beat against the wooden floor, getting louder before he rounded the corner.

“What the hell?” he shouted, “what are you doing here?” he questioned looking at the woman standing in front of me.

“I came to see if my daughter was here, but instead I find some woman,” she spat.

“Why in the world would Harper be here in the middle of the week? Shouldn’t she be in school?”

“She’s on break. If you listen to your voicemails once in a while, you would know that.”

“Well, I don’t particularly like what you have to say, so I avoid your voicemails,” he shook his head, “how did you get in here?”

“I used a key,” she said folding her arms across her chest.

“A key to my house? Correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t we get divorced? You gotourhouse, so I bought a new one!”

“Yeah, but I was asked by my old assistant if I wanted one, I thought it would be smart, clearly I was right.”

“Smart to have a key to your ex-husband’s house?”

“You are making it sound like a bad thing.”

“Itisa bad thing Mel! You can’t have it both ways.”

“Jason, just calm down.”

“Iamcalm!” he shouted.

I pulled out my phone and backed up slightly into the office as I started texting a local friend who I knew worked as a locksmith.

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