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Jordan
Annie had agreed to have dinner with my mom tonight. It was her first day off after her overnights, and she had said that she wouldn’t be fully adjusted but didn’t know when she’d have another day with end of term rapidly approaching. My mom was thrilled.
That left one thing I needed to do. I’d been putting it off for days, and I needed to get it over with. It wasn’t going to be pleasant, but it was necessary to at least lay the groundwork.
I shoved away from my desk and headed out of my office.
“Anything I can help you with today, Mr. Wright?” my assistant, Michael, asked.
He was a twenty-something who had been passed to me late last year. He handled my calendar and phone calls. I probably didn’t utilize him as well as I could have because I was a control freak.
“No, than
