Rainer's [POV] Berger held up his hands and laughed. "Good luck with that," he said. "I'll take a rain check on dinner, but I'm for sure putting my money on September. That's right, there's a betting pool on your high-society wedding, and I'm going to win it. Gotta keep that yacht afloat!" I refrained from punching my friend and now former-colleague. Instead, I hit the stairwell and headed back to my office. All I wanted was to see Tasha, but it was doubtful she'd ever come to my office again. I slammed the door. "Mr. Maxwell?" a faint voice called through the door. I tore it back open. "I'm so sorry, Topher," I told my assistant. "You probably have a few questions." My eager assistant was unfazed by the business upset. He came into my office with a clipboard and his resume all printed out and ready to go. "I don't want to bother you, just offer my application for any of your future endeavors." I shook my head. "Sorry, Topher, but I'm not the one you should be talking to. Thou
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