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The next day, still skeptical and wanting to gauge her ability to actually hit head-on, I had Bailey work with the heavy bag. She was able to hit, but didn’t have much strength behind her jabs. Somehow, she had fantastic technique. Before I could point that out to her, she stopped hitting the bag, turned to face Cade and Mark, and pulled her wireless earbud from her ear. Apparently, that was her thing. One earbud hooked to her shirt, the other on her right ear so she could hear her music. Don’t Let Me Down by The Chainsmokers and Daya was one of her favorites.

"The Savage Group depends on appearing stable, untouchable. If investors start questioning his judgment..." "His personal life is already a disaster," I agreed, pulling up gossip sites on my second screen. "The separation, Aloe's very public escape to you…it's all over social media. His stock price has already dropped three points since yesterday." I scrolled through financial reports, news articles, social media posts. Blake's world moved in patterns, and I'd learned to read them like sheet music. Every piece of information was a note in a larger composition, and right now, Wakes Savage's symphony was hitting some very sour notes.

"You’re a lifesaver. This place gives me the creeps. Just don't tell the Head Scribe I left you alone, okay? He's a real stickler for the rules." "I promise," I said. "I won't say a word." "See you later, Senna!" He walked away, whistling a little tune. I waited until I couldn't hear his boots anymore. Then I stepped inside and shut the door. The room was huge. The shelves went all the way to the ceiling. I didn't go to the herb section. I went straight to the back, to the shelf labeled Territorial Expansion. My hands were cold. I looked for the letter A.