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I had just heard Channing walk into my desk and he was holding a folder in his hands, and I snapped at him, "Mr. Connor?" I snapped at him. I straightened my seat and cleared my throat. "What?" "Are you feeling okay?" I sighing as I rub a hand across my forehead. It is likely that he believed that I had fallen asleep again. "I'm thinking." "Okay, I'll just leave it here then." "Thank you." He nodded as if he understood. "I'm just looking for the licenses for the hotel in Wailea, and I hired a Webmaster to create the website for the hotel." "Thank you." He said. The moment he left the room, he said, "Then, I will be heading out." "I would like to ask you a question? I am not your boss, but I am your friend?" Channing blinked at me, "I'm sure!" Trying not to be sour, I press my lips togeth
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