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Sammy was late, as to be expected. Work was never high on his list of priorities, and in the past couple of weeks it had slipped even further from his mind. He didnât really mind that he was already forty minutes late - lining up for a very necessary coffee and picking up a green juice for a particular personal assistant. He went the long way towards the office, only the juice in his hand motivating his eventual entry into the building and into the lift - mentally calculating how much time he had until he could go home again. âMorning, Miss Salazar.â He grinned at her, sliding the juice across her desk before he slipped into the seat across from her - knowing all too well that he was meant to go into his office and do some âworkâ, spreadsheets or emails or whatever. He did not care that much. âDid I miss anything interesting?âÂ
Sheâd arrived thirty minutes early to the office, recognising the stress in Mr. Baranowskyâs after-hours emails, and knowing he would need all hands on deck today. Stress was a good motivator, but God, it was exhausting. Slumped at her desk, Piper had just politely greeted another group of businessmen who had arrived for the fourth meeting that day â and it was only 9:40. Like the universe was on her side, a green juice seemed to magically appear on her desk. Looking up, the sound of relief she made was almost too loud. âYouâre an angel, Sam. Seriously, my knight in a well-fitting suit.â Piper slurped down the drink, almost downing half of it in one go. âAnd you havenât missed much. Your dad is, uh, how you say, pissed off â itâs been back to back meetings, I actually canât blame him. Probably best to stay out of his way, though. I know he technically canât fire you, but todayâs a walking on eggshells kind of day.â
