As she entered her apartment, Abigail hobbled over and slumped onto a couch, before sending Sam a message saying [I need your help, please.]
[Boss what is the problem?]
[Multiple things. Did Grandmother tell you about her change in medication?]
[She did, and I can agree with her not telling you, Boss.]
[How dare you.]
[I dare because that was what she wanted, and honestly with everything else boss, I agreed with her. You need to focus on dealing with your bet with Sara because she needs taking down.]
[Doing that is easy.]
[I know. Boss. But can I come and see when I get home, because I have to go into a meeting.]
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[I know boss, but if I do not get to this meeting, we will have issues with production for the new product release.]
[Go. That design took me so long to perfect.]
[I know. Talk later.]
