Chapter Seventeen
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THREE DAYS LATER ON A TUESDAYI was working diligently at my desk when Jada came blowing out of her office with her iPad in hand.
“Nicksen!”
Popping to my feet because she sounded so brusque and mad that I was sure I was about to get into trouble for something, I stuffed the last bit of bagel I had left to eat of my breakfast into my mouth and muffled out, “Yes, ma’am?”
She paused, then blinked at me as she archly watched me chew and swallow. Then she lifted her iPad to show me the screen. “I want to reword this memo so it sounds less...kind. These assholes are three payments late, and I’m beginning to lose my patience.”
“Um, okay.” Grabbing a pen and writing pad, I asked, “What changes do you want—”
She didn’t give me a chance to finish the question before s
