Chapter 37

Archer gathered his things and headed back to where his colleagues were. He got there and took a deep breath.

He cleared his throat loudly and all eyes turned to him, Archer adjusted his shirt collar nervously.

"The conference in five. We have a briefing."

They all murmured words he couldn't hear. Archer walked to the conference room and waited.

He waited for a long time before they trooped in looking like they didn't want to be here. It pissed him off but he said nothing.

Lola came in last, and when Archer arched a brow at her, she shook her head and mouthed, "I tried," to him.

Archer smiled ruefully and shook his head when he saw they left the door open. He walked to it and closed it.

He kept his eyes trained on them and they all stared back at him, the tension was so tight that you could cut it with a knife.

Archer could see the jealousy and anger on their faces. As much as they hated his new position, they secretly wished it was them.

He shook his head at the hypocrisy. They a

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