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“Dude, you know you’re going to get into trouble for violating the dress code, right?” I grinned at my friend. “Relax Mandy. Old Mr. Gerald isn’t going to say a word. I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at me. I decided to give him something to look at.” We walked into the conference room and sat down. I lay my notebook on the table, ready to take notes. Mandy glanced over at me. “What do you think he wants to talk about?” I shrugged. “I don’t know.” I grinned at her. “I figured you’d know. You’re his main secretary. Not me.”