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“Yeah, like thirty shots of top shelf tequila worth.”

“Definitely.” I agreed, shooing her towards the elevators and sitting down in her desk.

I opened my phone and texted Mav again.

Me: Nat is coming up to Dexter’s office for me!

I cringed when her phone rang and I quickly answered it, trying to pay attention to the message while also watching the elevators like a hawk for her to return and trying to will a message back from Maverick into my phone.

As soon as I hung up the phone, it rang again, and I groaned. It went on like this for almost ten minutes before Nat finally returned with a large file in her hands and she blew out a large breath, blowing her bangs out of her face.

She ran to her desk and threw the file at me like it was a bomb and I caught it and stood. “Holy fuck!” She hissed and threw herself down into her chair.

“What?” I snapped. “What happened?” A cold sweat broke out over my entire body.

“Your brother is hot as fuck, that’s what!” She gushed and fanned herself with her notebook.

“Ew!” I bit back quickly and grimaced. “You saw him?”

She nodded quickly and took a long drink of her water. “He was walking out of Mr. Jones’ office when I was getting on the elevator. I panicked and slammed the button to close the doors in his face as he tried to walk in!”

I groaned and took a deep breath. “Thank you so much!” I said, squeezing her hand with mine and trying to express how much it meant to me.

“Drinks, tonight!” She said, leveling her finger at me.

“Deal. You pick the place, I’m there!” I said, holding my hands up, “No arguments here.”

“Good. Now get, I have to answer these messages.” She said, looking down at her notebook where I scribbled incoherent messages from the callers.

I grimaced and turned away, running down the hallway.

“Did you even try to make sense on here?” She called after me as I neared my desk.

“I owe you!”

I got to Mr. Peterson’s office and handed him the file and he hardly paid any attention to me as he took them.

“Thanks Cora, I like the hustle.”

“No problem!” I replied running back out of the office and collapsing into my chair.

My phone pinged and a message reply from Maverick came in.

Maverick: You handled that well. I’ll be sure to reward you this evening.

I cringed and bit my lip. He wasn’t going to like this.

Me: I owe her for helping me, her price was unlimited shots tonight after work. So you’ll have to reward me some other time.

A second later my desk phone rang, and Maverick’s name popped up on my screen.

Shit.

“Hello?” I said stupidly.

“No.” His curt voice came through the phone.

“No what?”

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