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A Nobu Dinner

ผู้เขียน: Shay Robinson
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-01-09 13:14:56

Zade’s POV

When I walk into my office, Clover is already seated at the table focused, locked in, and deadly serious.

Her laptop is open. Her iPad is lined up perfectly. Printed documents are stacked, color coded, and tabbed. I sigh quietly to myself, because I know that look. That determined, razor sharp focus in her eyes means someone is about to lose their job. Maybe more than one.

Especially when incompetence is involved.

I slip my jacket off, drape it over the back of my chair, and take my seat. Before I can say a word, there’s a knock at the door.

“Come in,” I call.

The four accountants file inside, stiff and nervous, eyes darting everywhere but at Clover. I gesture to the table.

“Have a seat.”

They do, slowly.

“If you don’t already know,” I say, clearing my throat, “this is Clover Smith. My wife. Our silent partner. The one I announced previously. She’s been reviewing the company’s previous years’ data analytics, manually. I’m giving her the floor.”

Clover stands.

Jesus Christ.

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