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"That's the final figure?"
Luke slid another file across the conference table.
"Unless you plan on buying gold-plated trophies."
A snort escaped me. "I'll think about it."
Luke leaned back in his chair. "You say that every year."
"The players might appreciate the effort."
"They'd rather have the prize money."
"Fair point."
I signed the final page before closing the file. "Has Rhea finished reviewing the vendor payments?"
Luke nodded. "She started this morning."
"Good."
I didn't even need to check behind her work anymore.
"She's scary with numbers," Luke muttered.
I threw him a glare. "Still better than you."
He lifted his hands up in surrender.
My gaze drifted toward my phone lying on the table. No call yet.
Where had she gone?
Anne had mentioned earlier that Rhea h
