CHAPTER 11: EVENING AT THE BAR WITH GRANT JORDAN:I was packing up the last file on my desk, ready to head home, when my phone buzzed. Grant’s name flashed on the screen. I let it ring twice before I picked it up.“Yeah?” I said, shrugging my jacket on.“Jordan, we need to meet,” Grant said, sounding too damn serious.I groaned under my breath. “Grant, I don’t have the time. I’ve had a long day.”A long day of making sure my company's new phone design came out perfect.“It’s important,” he insisted.“It better not be about me needing another mate,” I snapped. “I told you I don’t want to hear that crap anymore.”“That’s not it,” he said quickly. “Just… meet me at the Standard Bar after work. You’ll want to hear this one.”I clenched my jaw. Grant rarely pushed. So if he was pushing today, then something was up. Something annoying.“Fine,” I said. “I’ll meet you in thirty minutes.”I hung up before he could say anything else.Melvin carried my briefcase as we took my private elevator d
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