I looked at the time on the computer screen as i hung up, placing it beside my computer on my desk. I reached for the intercom button. Tiffany’s was laughing as she answered.
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“Yes Miss Whitmer?”
“Send me, John Fitzgerald, Laura Aldman, and Charles Edgeworth.” I said, knowing, that asking for half the accounting department would cause a stir.
“Yes Miss Whitmer, right away.” I cut the connection, pun around and leaned over to pick up a bottle of my father’s bourbon and poured myself a drink.
“Ma’am they’re here,” Tiffany informed me.
“Thank you Tiffany, send in John.”
“Yes Miss Whitmer.”
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