"No way," Randy refused.
"Me neither," Erica echoed.
They''d helped Debra and Marion before. They knew how painful it was to do paperwork. Doing it again was no different from killing them.
Drake stepped forward. "Let''s pitch in. It''s not that much work anyway."
"Not much?" Randy nearly choked.
The room was drowning in paperwork. Finishing it would take forever.
Drake rolled up his sleeves and gestured to Kale. "You handle that side. I''ll take this one."
"Yes, Boss."
Randy gaped, "Are you serious?"
Jordan circled a small section of documents. "I''ll take these."
Before Debra could feel relieved, Drake added, "My time''s valuable. Pay me by the minute."
Jordan chuckled, "I''ll work for free, but I want a ten-year partnership with the McKinney Group."
Randy and Erica jumped out, seeing an opportunity.
"I want five million dors," Randy said.
"I want the full collection of thetest limited-edition bag," Erica echoed.
Debra shed them a strained smile. "We''re
bovely staffed now. If y
go on a date. The crcial next door has great deals."
She signaled Ben to usher the two out, then took out her phone to call Marion.
"Don''t bother." Drake noticed. "He''s drowning in paperwork too. If you
call, he''ll juste with more files.
We don''t have that kind of energy. Better focus on things here."
Debra dropped her phone and slumped onto the couch, picking up a file. It felt heavier than a boulder.
The door opened to reveal Oscar, Michael, and Chace. All three froze at the sight of the paper-filled warzone.
Oscar blinked. "What''s going on here?"
"Michael?" Debra shot up. "When did you get back?"
She''d sent him abroad months ago for international training and hadn''t contacted him since.
Michael''s eyes lingered on the bandage around her shoulder.
Oscar hadn''t informed me, I''d het
w how chaotic things got here."
Debra scratched her neck awkwardly. "I didn''t want to interrupt your training."
Drake nced at Michael and frowned.