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Why would he—?
"Um." I clear my throat,

ake a seat," he says, pointing to a chair behind the counter. "I'll help with this. Your hands are trembling."

I glance down. He's right. They're shaking — courtesy of Mr. Hermes Grande.

"So, the CEO instructed you to do this?" he asks, already feeding a file into the machine.

I massage my wrist. "What do you think?"

Chris chuckles softly. "Wow, he's going full-on with you. Well, it's kinda reassuring to see you handling it just fine."

I blink. What?

I raise my gaze, conf

careful, but her fingers hesitate just a beat too long, and the cup tilts.
My hand shoots out