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As I got closer to McKenzie Mckray's office, I began to quickly grow anxious. The only attention-grabbing thing I had about Matthew was the fact that his brother could possibly be a delinquent. There has been nothing to help me proceed with my theory that he has a secret identity, so therefore that was irrelevant. I hoped that McKenzie wouldn't be angry with my lack of information and instead be happy with what I've achieved. Though from the attitude she held with me the first time we encountered, I really doubted that she would be understanding. A little over a month is what I had left- nine whole days had passed.

After we left his brother standing at his restaurant, there wasn't much conversation between us on the ride back to the firm. Matthew seemed genuinely pissed off, and I knew if I wanted to keep my assistant job, it clearly wasn't the time to pry for information. Adding on top of that, Matthew was in meetings all day yesterday, so I didn't get the chance to encounter him then either. I really hoped that this wouldn't be a reoccurring thing that took place; I wasn't going to be there do-girl for no reason at all.

Working at the office wasn't completely horrible, though. It actually would've been a perfect job had I not had other intentions. When I wasn't getting their lunch or running their files up and downstairs, I was being dragged around by Elmira. I listened to her talk- rather complain- about any and everything regarding the guys. But I liked her- she was very confident and badass. Oddly, I haven't ran into Abel these past two days, and he also hasn't asked me to do anything for him. Elmira says it's because he very secretive and prefers to get things done himself. But I don't think Abel has even came out of his office the past two days I've been here...

The song Stockholm Syndrome by One Direction played loudly through my wired earphones as I walked to see McKenzie. I watched as three unpleasant looking blonde men walked out of her office door. They only looked a few years older than me, mid-twenties I'd guess. They looked like the type of men you wouldn't want to leave your drink around. I walked furthest away from them, shoulder basically glued onto the wall. The shorter of the three walked a few inches in front of the others, indicating that he was in charge. A mischievous grin formed on his lips and his tongue flicked out to move in one circular motion.

The two donuts that I had before class this morning was threatening to come back up. A sound of disgust left my lips as my face twisted with deep aversion. What the hell was that about? The two minions shared a laugh, the other winking at me while smirking. Shaking my head, I decided to look away and keep my eyes straight. I scoffed, "Perverts."

I knocked on the hard wooden door, only opening it when I hear a shaky. "Come in..!" The first thing that grabbed onto my attention when walking into McKenzie's office was the mothball-like smell. Then it was how clustered and compact the room was; she almost seemed like a true hoarder. My dislike against the room doesn't show in my face. In fact, I put on a friendly smile as I looked at McKenzie.

McKenzie seemed really uneasy, a couple seconds away from crying. Of course I knew it had everything to do with the three weird men who just walked out of here.

"Good afternoon, Miss Graham. I've been waiting for you." McKenzie informs. The lady pushed her thick glasses on her nose.

"It's Grant." I said, finally correcting her after mispronouncing my name for the tenth time.
"And I really apologize for keeping you waiting, Mrs. Mckray."

McKenzie's office was a little further than walking distance for me. So, like a good best-friend, Elena offered to drive me here. Paul and her had been playing house for the past two days, which I assume is why she forgot to pick me at the time I told her. As a result, I was fifteen minutes later than McKenzie asked me to be. But I couldn't be angry because she didn't even have to offer to take me. Investing in a car would be probably be my best decision. I had to go from school, to Maya's, to the firm, and now to McKenzie's office. Though it wasn't really in my budget at the moment; I could just afford paying my bills.

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