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It was just past lunch when Jack knocked on the HR office door, a manila envelope clutched in his hand.
"Elara, got a minute?" His tone was casual, but his nervous fidgeting suggested otherwise.
Elara looked up from her computer, immediately sensing something was off. Jack never personally handled document deliveries.
"Elara, I'm giving you this important task," Jack said, though his eyes showed he felt guilty about what he was really doing. He knew exactly who Zack Blackwood was - someone he couldn't afford to piss off. When Zack specifically asked for Elara, Jack had no choice.
Elara looked suspicious. "I need to personally deliver one document?"
And to a presidential suite, no less. This wasn't about documents, and they both knew it.
Jack forced a laugh. "E
