Saint: A Football Romance (The Nighthawk Series Book 1) by Lisa Lang Blakeney

Saint: A Football Romance (The Nighthawk Series Book 1) by Lisa Lang Blakeney

Author:Lisa Lang Blakeney [Blakeney, Lisa Lang]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Writergirl Press
Published: 2016-08-06T18:30:00+00:00


Chapter Twelve

SABRINA

A few changes have occurred in the office over the last few days. One of them being that without my input or consent, my cubicle was moved to a space closer to Jason and Samuel's offices. My guess is that Peter did it in an effort to give us more of a team feel since the three of us are essentially the new sports division of Carson Financial.

But I don't like it.

First of all, to the naked eye it looks like Jason and Samuel run the new sports division, and I'm just their executive assistant. That's because they are in two cushy offices, and I'm still sitting at a cubicle. To be fair they were already in those offices, but if we're a sports division team, with clients split evenly, shouldn't I have my own office too?

Secondly, the corner cubicle they've placed me in is by the far window of our floor. A very sunny window which causes an enormous amount of glare on my computer screen and makes my neck hot. The women who have small tropical plants on their desks like it over here, but not me.

Thirdly, I don't really need to have Jason a stone's throw away from my desk. He can see and hear damn near everything without any sort of fair warning. Like my embarrassing phone conversations with my mother. Seeing what I eat for lunch everyday. Or how about the moments when I simply need to adjust the panties out of the crack of my butt without an audience (which happens far more than you would think). I've got a wide ass.

Finally, I can't keep an eye on my nemesis a.k.a. Abby this far away from where she sits, and that's someone who needs to be watched at all times. If I'm not careful she'll sink her hooks into Spin, and I'll be stuck forever with an arrogant albeit wildly handsome football player. Speaking of the devil, I've got about twenty minutes to haul myself across town and meet his hotness at the car dealership.



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