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Why meeeee?!
That's all I could think while sitting in the meeting with the Helps'. It's like not even their combined IQs were high enough to comprehend an intelligent thought much less come up with an original idea.

The worst part about it all was that they refused to accept any suggestions and I was not about to put my name beside mediocre work.

It was 7:20pm and my stomach, attitude and patience was all on E. Almost a full hour into the meeting and we were no where closer to a strategy. And they actually wanted to execute this in a month. Highly unlikely is all I could think as there bickered over unoriginal, drab ideas that I would never in my living state agree to.

I needed some food, some red wine and my bed right now.
"Here's what I'm going to do because it's getting quite late," I said drawing their attentions back to me.

"Considering you are being paid to do your job, I'd think time isn't an option. Do you have somewhere else to be?"

I literally bit my tongue in order to not answer Jackson and continued, ignoring his comment completely.
"I'm going to see how I can incorporate both your ideas while giving it a fresh spin. I really cannot guarantee that this can be done in a month. As I previously said it is quite late and I have to leave. What about we all go home, sleep on it and come back fresh say, Friday at 10am?"

With that I started packing my bag to leave,
"Oh and Mr. Helps please prepare yourself for the lovely bill for this meeting, you did rightly say I'm being paid and for being here so late do remember fees are doubled. Have a good night."

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When I got home there house was dimly lit and I was pretty sure I hadn't left on any lights. Times like this I hated that I lived in a detached building. My neighbors were close enough but at 8:00pm would anyone be listening for weird sounds?

I faintly heard music being played, usually I loved "Sexual Healing" as much as the next person but right now it was a bit creepy. I headed towards the front door without even calling the girls or the police.
I only had one question in mind at this point,
Who the hell was in my house?

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