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"Miss Harrison," one of the designers says at my door. I look up at her, setting down my pen, "here are the designs, your mother wants you to get them to her."  

"Alright," I say and take the folder, "thank you Miss Darty." She nods her head before she leaves my office. My mom made sure to leave all the papers and contracts for me to read and sign. She probably just sat in my chair and ordered people around when I wasn't here. "Isabelle," I call through the intercom.  

"Yes ma'am?" She replies and I look at my notes on my desk.  

"Did you call me before Miss Darty came in?" I ask her, flipping to the next page of the contract.  

"Um yes ma'am," she replies, "Mr. Bailey is here, he says he's taking you out to lunch."  

"Leon?" I asked confused and she mumbles something.  

"Yes ma'am," she replies, "um excuse me sir you can't-"  

My door to my office opens and I roll my eyes, "it's fine Isabelle, you c