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"It's alright, Jake. You can head out. Enjoy your night. I’ll take Mia home," I told my driver when I spotted him parked outside the community center.
Chicago dragged longer than I ever planned. The Benson Group clung to that condo deal like a mutt guarding a chewed-up bone.
I meant to be home earlier, before the party. I was so wound up, I snapped. Cleared the table. Told them to shove the deal and walked out.
Then they came crawling. Offered less than I wanted, but I said yes, but only if they closed fast. They did.
Even coming straight from the airport, I might’ve made the wrong call staying in Chicago. Because if I miss Mia’s first time singing in front of people, I swear I’ll shred that damn contract into confetti.
"Thank you, Mr. Holbrook," Jake said, slipping into the
