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Xander was surprised by the visitor he had when he walked into his office.
First of all, it was eight in the morning. He had to come in because there had been some payment errors, missing the delicious breakfast his wife was probably fixing up back home. Joanne had finally gotten back to the kitchen. Though she was making the staff do most of the work.
And secondly, he didn't know how the woman knew he would be there so early. Or how she entered the place in the first place.
"Ms. Lake." Xander acknowledged her, biting his tongue to not straight ahead ask her how she found her way in through those high-security doors.
"Joanne sent me a text last day. I am sorry it took me a while to get here." She smiled, turning sideways on the chair.
Xander nodde
