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• Author: Lindsay Cameron
• Profession: Corporate attorney
• Pages: 105-114

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“O  G— I have to work another day for that woman, I’m

going to go insane,” I complained to Jason, as he stood in my bed-

room watching me unpack and repack. I had returned to New York

for eight hours—just long enough to wash some clothes, pack for my

next trip, and have a ght with Jason.

I’d been surprised to see Jason when I stumbled into my lobby,

bone tired and semi-dehydrated from the plane ride. I even stood

still for a moment, my mind too fuzzy to process that it was him.

But there he was, engaged in a hushed and, what looked like, heated

conversation with Eddie. Jason looked equally surprised to see me

and frankly so did Eddie, who looked at me like I’d just risen from

the grave. In his defense, I probably did look worse than death.

Jason explained he had just come by to pick up some clothes he’d

le at my apartment, but Eddie was giving him a hard time about

entering my apartment when I wasn’t home. is was totally baf-

ing to me because Eddie knew the schedules, signicant others, one

night stands, and fast food preferences of everyone in the building.

He rarely even used the buzzer because he knew who to send up.

And he was the type of guy who’d probably send up Jack the Ripper

if he slipped him a Benjamin. I wasn’t exactly sure when my apart-

ment security had begun rivaling Fort Knox, but Jason whisked me

into the elevator before I had the chance to ask Eddie why he’d been

so strict.

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