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Top floor.
The doors open.
But he doesn’t move.
He just tilts his head and says, “You’llfind the keys and contact information for your detail head inside your new desk drawer.”
Then he walks out, leaving the scent of allspice and cedarwood in his wake.
And me, standing there, completely undone.
I stare after him.
He’s so used to issuing edicts, always being the boss.
He forgets I may be his employee, but we won’t work if every breath between us turns into a power struggle.
I will not be a mandate.
Chapter seventy-three
Reagan, Monday 03:20 p.m.
Iget to my office and find the keys where he said.
But I have zero idea where the car is.
And the security?
While I'm not entirely sold on it, I'll deal with that at home.
I may love pulling my tiger's tail, but I'm not stupid enough to do it in front of an audience.
I won't undermine him, or let our dynamic split loyalties, at the office.
Publicly, we're a united front.
Period.
I pull out my phone and record a voice memo.
"I found the fob where you indicated, but I have no clue where said vehicle is or what it looks like.
Am I supposed to wander the three levels of parking like a lunatic, clicking unlock and hoping for a chirp?
Also, personal note, your ass looked amazing walking away.
Which worked, because I was very ready to be done with our conversation."
My phone buzzes. Alpha Hole (Yes I changed his name in my phone)
Open your office door.
I blink.
Then turn slowly and step out to reception, only to see what looks like two Secret Service agents stationed just outside my office.
They both nod in greeting.
