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CHAPTER19
JESSA
Whoever was ringingthe buzzer to get into the building, they needed tolay off.
Press and release. Don’thold it in. It wasn’t that hard.
The sound bounced around my entire office, grating my bones, but I couldn’t answer the door. I was on the damn phone, helping someone go through the entire application, and Andrew had a dentist appointment.
“Could you hold for just one moment? I need to let someone into the building,” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Oh, yeah. Sure.”
I pressed the hold button and rounded the wall that separated my office from the small entryway, practically growling like a feral creature.
“Yes?” I hissed at the man who still had his finger on the damn buzzer.
“Power Play?” he questioned, pointing at our damn logo on the door.
“Yes,” I said slowly.
“Delivery,” he peered down at the little phone-looking thing in his hand. “For Jessa Cole?”
“That’s me.”
“Sign here.” He passed me the device, and I used my finger to scribble a horrible signature. “Any way to keep this door open?”
I stared at him, confused. “Uh…yeah, I can prop it open.”
Nodding, the man walked toward a delivery truck parked directly in front of the door. I grabbed a door stop and propped the door open, stepping back as he brought a large box in and placed it down.
He then went back to the truck. Thevery fulltruck.
That wasn’t all for us. There was no damn way.
After the man dropped the fourth box and muttered about how there was at least fifteen more, I ran into my office and picked up the phone.
“Hi, Denise? I’m going to need to call you back. We’re getting a big delivery.”
“Okay.”
“Alright, thanks.”
I hung up and darted back out to the porch. Andrew stood by the door, looking as perplexed as I felt.
“Need a hand?” my boss asked, and all the guy could do was nod.
Andrew dropped whatever was in his hands and helped offload fourteen more boxes bringing the total up totwenty-threeboxes.
What the hell was all of this?
“Have you been buying more kits out of your own money?” Andrew quizzed, pointing at my name on one of the boxes. “On the Bauer website?”
“What? No?”
With a shrug, my boss pulled out a pocketknife out and cut carefully along the tape of the closest box to him. It was full of youth chest protectors. One in every size.
