My Sister Cleared My Office Without Knowing I Owned the Building

polished smile she used whenever she wanted something without having to ask like a normal person.

“Jordan,” she said, looking past me at my desk, my laptop, my little fifth-floor office with one window. “We need this space.”

I glanced at the cardboard box in her assistant’s hands.

“What do you mean, you need this space?”

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