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Once Mr. Hopp escorted Coby Mullens out, Mr. Bamber called Jill.
"Jill, will you bring us some fresh tea and cookies, please?" he said, starting to sort out the folders that had fallen during the fight. I started helping him. "Sit, Miss Bedwen," he said, sighing. "You've already done enough."
I sat, drumming the table with my fingers. My position was not as secure as I insinuated to the two alchemists. Sure, I was hired on the recommendation of Mr. Sheperd, the firm's main investors, but it's not like I knew the guy. I'd only ever met him on a couple of social occasions when Joe introduced me to him.
By the impression he caused me, Mr. Sheperd wasn't the kind of guy that would hesitate for a moment in firing his nephew's friend, especially if she cost him money. I just hoped to make
