"You're going soft."Devon's voice rang out of the phone’s speaker as I flipped through blueprints and projected renovation timelines."I'm renovating a goddamn house, not crafting sweaters," I replied."You're avoiding the real issue."I pinched the bridge of my nose in exasperation. "Which is?""The fact that you're preoccupied. And I don't mean PR-pressure, quarterly-stats preoccupied. I mean, spacey-eyes-look-tortured-by-your-own-decisions kinda preoccupied."Yeah, Devon was definitely out of his mind.I sat back in my chair, the leather creaking as I leaned back in it. "That obvious, huh?""To everyone but you, apparently,” he said with a laugh.“Get off my phone and get to work, Devon,” I said as I slammed down the phone in a grunt and shoved it across the desk.Outside my office window, the final light of the late afternoon sun was fading behind the trees, drenching the lawn of the estate in shadow. I could use some air.I went out, my footsteps echoing down the hall, through t
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