It didn't take long for him to notice. The first time he received a copy of a contract, with an ever-so-neatly forged signature, you could have knocked him over with a feather. How DARE she. Hitting a button on his intercom, he spoke, clearly and calmly:
"Caroline. My office. Now"
It took great strain, but he'd managed to avoid yelling. For now.
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Date: 2012-09-23 06:18 am (UTC)"Caroline. My office. Now"
It took great strain, but he'd managed to avoid yelling. For now.