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SCHLATT POV
Charlie walks into my office and I don't care to take my eyes off the paper I was reading. "Okay. Now that we finally have a moment to ourselves, can you please tell me why you wanted this cop to work for you?" Charlie asks me. He usually was all laid-back, what's with him?
"Eh," I shrug. "Because I felt like it," I replied blankly. Charlie paces back and forth across the room. I roll my eyes and set the paper down. "What's the big deal?"
"She's a cop, Schlatt--! Not to mention, the cop that almost caught you!" He exclaims, walking over to me.
I scoff. "I let her catch me"
"It doesn't matter! Either way, a cop has infiltrated the building. We know she's a cop, so why are you keeping her here" Charlie places both his hands on my desk and leans forward.
I glare at Charlie. "Because I said so" I cross my arms and lean back in my chair. "This isn't your business Charlie. You're sticking your nose in things you shouldn't be. I can control this situation very easily, and I know what I'm doing. You're just scared that she'll recognize us from that night" I reassure him that I could handle this all. "Go back to work"
Charlie takes a deep breath and takes a step back. "Yeah. Fine.." He mutters. He turns away and leaves the room. Charlie and I get in fights a lot, and I feel like one day it's gonna come back to bite me in the ass. I wonder why he still stays with me and my company.
I wasn't sure why all this cop stuff was getting to him. Usually nothing bothers him. And he should know that I've got this all under control. I always have everything under control. I shouldn't have to explain why I hired her anyways. I'm the boss, I do what I want.
I take a deep breath and press the button on my desk phone, which is connected to the receptionist desk outside my office. "Hey, buddy. Could you call Tucker for me?" I coo into the speaker. I hear a meow in response. I thank him and then remove my finger from the button. Not even a minute later, my desk phone begins to ring. I cross one leg over the other as I grab the phone from its holder, I bring my other hand up to the cord and twist it around my finger. "Hi, Tucker" I held the phone close to me. "So, did you get the information I asked for?"
"Yep. I sent it to your personal email. Because we both know that Ted lurks and searches through others business emails" Tucker replies with good news. And he was right about the second thing. Ted somehow gained access to my business email and keeps canceling my important subscriptions and amazing sponsor deals!
"Thanks for this, Tucker. I'll pay you back, for sure" I promise him. I go to hang up but he starts talking.
"Vacation day" Tucker immediately says as his payment. "I want a vacation day"
