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He didn't go to the gala. Pete kept blowing up the office's phone, but Mr. Black ordered me not to pick up his calls.

7 more weeks of this family drama, and I'm free. I haven't thought of where I'll work next, but probably not as an assistant. I don't need another moody jerk as my boss. Logan was standing in my office's doorway.

"What did you do now?" I ask him.

"Nothin'