
Twenty-seven
The page on the screen in front of Samantha was filled with numbers. It was almost funny, and she would have laughed if they weren’t so damn infuriating. “Jim, can you come over here for a minute?” She hated asking for Jim’s help. Or anyone’s for that matter. She’d always been an independent soul, but this problem was becoming bigger than she had time for. … Continue reading Twenty-seven
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