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“We’re having a picnic!” Kiara sing-songs, throwing her hands up as she waltz into Reagan's office like she owned the place.

“Kiara, you can't just burst in without knocking, what if he's busy or something?” I complain, my voice a low yell as I tail behind her, entering the office without taking my eyes off her.

“Nah, he wouldn't mind at all.” She says over her shoulder, her hazel gaze catches mine monetarily before she faces front again, flipping her curly blonde hair and the short length bounces on her shoulder.

I knew it wasn't routine and Reagan doesn't let anyone into his office without his permission, I also...