“Sorry to barge in.” It’s a voice that does not belong to my executive assistant. I turn slowly. There’s a limited amount of people permitted entrance to my office. Kayla Humes is one of those people. She prances into the room and shuts the door. Her straight ponytail swings like a pendulum. Back and forth. Back and forth. As precise and cutthroat as she is. Kayla’s about five years younger, but I admire her achievements as if she’s my senior. Her matchmaking business is one that completely baffles me. I would never expect her matchmaking strategy to be relevant in this day and age. Apps and
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