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“Thank you,” I stated as I got into the car.
He didn’t need to say any more. Everyone who knew me would be shocked to hear about my marriage. It was common knowledge that I’d had no intention of ever getting married.
But now, I was.
And the real shock, even to me, was that I was liking it so far.
Well, it wasn’t marriage itself. It was Marielle.
“Dean just called, Boss. He wants to speak with you,” Ivan informed, coming out of the warehouse just as I stepped out of the car.
“Call him back. I’m here now,” I answered, heading toward my office.
“And, congratulations, Boss,” he added, grinning.
“I think I’ll have to ask you all to direct your greetings to Marielle,” I muttered.
“Eduard! How are you doing, man?” Dean’s gruff voice filled the room once the call connected.
“I’m fine, Dean. How’s business over there, too?”
“Very well. I heard you stopped getting your supplies from B. T. I had to pause my order until I heard the reason from you. What’s up?”
“They were becoming increasingly unreliable. You know, five packets less today, ten less tomorrow. I know it’s not from them, but keeping their procedure water-tight doesn’t seem like a priority to them. That’s not something I want to deal with,” I explained.
He whistled.
“We usually have the same issues. It’s not much of a big deal for me, unlike you and your rich customers. I just spread the loss from the missing packets over the price. Easy peasy,” he revealed, chuckling.
“Of course.”
“I was wondering if they delivered nonsense.”
“Not at all.”
“Alright, thanks, man.”
“Sure.”
The call ended, and I got up from the edge of the desk.
“Boss?” Ivan called from the other side of the door.
“Come in.”
“Skye is here.”
“Skye?! He’s in town? Send him in.”
The next minute, Skye was throwing my door open.
“Feels good to be here again, man!”
“How did I not know you were in town?” I asked him as he sat.
“I was behind bars for three months or so. Just got out last week.”
“Tell me something new,” I teased as I went over to my bar.
