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Damion

Did I really come back to deal with shit like this? I didn’t know why I thought things were going to be any different. It was the same old shit. I was getting paid a lot more, but I wasn’t sure it was worth it. I was miserable. I was unhappy and the thought of living the rest of my days feeling like that was not appealing.

I did my homework on the situation, cringing as I read through the last issue. It was a nightmare. I was embarrassed to have my name attached to the damn thing. I had nothing to do with it, but my name was still in the fine print. That was something else that hadn’t been taken care of.

“I’m leaving,” I said to my assistant as I walked out of my office.

Her brows shot up. “Already?”

“It’s four. Part of my agreement to come back included me getting out of here by four every day so I can pick up my son.”

“Okay. I’ll make a note of that.”

I didn’t say anything else. I left the office without saying a word to the employees still diligently working. Since I had bee