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"You wanted to see me sir?"
I'd taken my sweet time getting back from my lunch break, but knew that I had to face him sooner rather than later.
"Yes," Mr Gray replied, folding his hands on the desk in front of him. "Take a seat."
"Alright," I complied, "but I can't stay long. I have a rather large list of things to get back to - courtesy of my incredibly needy boss."
He stayed silent, his gaze hardening as he masterfully resisted my bait.
"I got your Budget Report," he stated, seeming a little unimpressed.
"Oh yes," I smiled proudly. "I put a lot of work into that. Did you like the font?"
"It looked remarkably similar to the one I got from the accounting department," he purposefully ignored my question. "Would you happen
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