In fact, if my presence continues to be a distraction to Jackson at the office, we can also cut back on the work shadowing a week early, and I should be able to move out by—” “No.” I looked at him then. His tone demanded it. “Pardon?” Minerva said. Jackson held my gaze, eyes narrowing. “No. I want the coaching, the shadowing, and all of the handholding I was threatened with when this whole nightmare started. You’re not moving out until the agreed-upon thirty days are over.”
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