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“Well, no, but Adam left a poker chip in her mailbox, so I can confidently say I suspect Bianca and Adam were the culprits of today’s incident. Maybe we can get the security footage from the office or a statement from Peter and see if they were responsible for that incident.”

The beginning of a smirk forms on his face. “Do you have the poker chip?”

I reach into my pocket and pull out the yellow chip before tossing it on his desk.

He continues, “Thank you for telling me all of that. It would have been nice to know about things when they occurred, but we can’t change the past. I’ll handle everything.”

He stands and walks toward his door. Raising his voice so it can travel down the hallway, he says, “Elise, can you come to my office, please?”

His tone is unusually light, almost friendly, but the hair on the back of my neck raises in suspicion.

What is he planning?

Why does he need Elise in here? Is he going to ask her for her side of the story?

This doesn’t concern her- well, most of it doesn’t concern her. I promised her she’d keep her job, and I intend on making good with that promise.

“Dad, this isn’t her fault. It’s mine, and I take full responsibility for it.”

He glares at me, but I keep talking. “Elise is a hard worker. She puts in way more hours than anyone ever has for you, and she’s a good person who really needs this job.”

Elise knocks on the office door. Her lips are in a tight line, having heard my pleading for Dad to let her keep her job.

“Do you need something, sir?” Her voice is quiet, barely above a whisper.

Dad turns toward her and gives her a friendly smile. “Yes, come in and have a seat, please.”

He turns toward me with a scowl on his face. “We will talk more about this later.”

I get up and walk past Elise, who is still standing in the doorway. She’s wearing the leather leggings from the club and an oversized sweater.

My cock jumps as I remember the night at the club. The way she moved her ass against me. The way she came around my cock on the desk.

I shake those thoughts away. Now’s not the time. I turn my gaze on her as she walks past me and takes the seat that I was previously occupying.

She must be running out of clothes since she hasn’t been to the store yet, or washed her clothes.

Maybe I can make a shopping trip to surprise her. Would she even like that?

I grab my car keys from my bedroom and jog to the garage to head to the nearest clothing store that’s only a twenty-minute drive from the house.

I roughly know her size, so once I’m inside the store, I go crazy picking her out an entirely new wardrobe.

Turning my attention to the worker that is folding a stack of jeans, I ask, “If the clothes don’t fit, or if she doesn’t like them, can she return them?”

The woman looks at me like I’m new at shopping. Besides the club outfit, I’ve never bought a woman some clothes before.

“Of course. Our return policy is thirty days.”

“That’s perfect.”

Elise should be able to try the clothes on and see if she likes them well within the thirty day return period.

I walk around the store checking out all the racks before pulling clothes I think she will like.

I grab jeans, leggings, shorts, and skirts before dropping them on the counter. Making my way to the dress racks, I grab several in all sorts of lengths.

After I choose several tank tops, t-shirts, and blouses, I glance at the bra and panty shelves.

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