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I look up as a knock sounds against my door.

“Come in,” I say, clearing my throat.

Tally barges in and plops into a chair. “I still hate it.”

“Oh no.”

“You know how they say that there are people for radio and people for television?”

“Kind of.”

“Well, there are people made to work in tech and people made to make it pretty. Those people are not the same.” She slides a folder across my desk. “These are the quotes that Charlie requested for a multitude of marketing items. Tate said to give them to you.”

“To me?”

I open the folder and flip through the pages. Each one is for an amount larger than the previous one. There are stacks of bills, all in alphabetical order, and the running total in my head makes me sweat.

This is crazy.

“This invoice is for fifty thousand dollars.” I gasp. “I can’t approve this.”

“Why not?”

I look up and find Tate leaning against the doorframe.

“It’s not my money to spend,” I tell him.

“What do you think when you look at those invoices?” he asks.

I leaf through a few on top. “Honestly? I love Charlie, and he does an amazing job. But I have no idea why we’re paying these prices. We can get a lot of this done much, much cheaper.”

Tally stands. “I’m going to go fight the tech department. Remember, I leave early tomorrow. Gotta get my pickleball physical.”

“What?” Tate asks, amused.

“It’s a long story, Mr. Brewer. Just know that I’m a pickleball wizard. I can’t be stopped.”

“Good to know,” he says, laughing as she struts out of my office with her ponytail swishing behind her.

He comes in and sets a bucket of theater popcorn on my desk.

“Holy crap,” I say, laughing in disbelief. “Where did you get that?”

“The cinema down the street.”

“You just walked in and got it?”

He shrugs as he sits in the chair Tally just occupied. “Yeah. You can do that.”

“Are you sure?”

“I just did it. I’m sure.”

My heart swells, and I can’t stop grinning. “Thank you. This is the sweetest thing.”

“So why is your intern going to fight the tech department?” Tate asks, taking a handful of popcorn.

“We’re having some issues with the guys not listening to the adjustments we request. I’m going down there to have a face-to-face with them tomorrow.”