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  As I pondered what I could do to change things, Roman’s office door burst open.

  “Summer, where the fuck is the latest blueprint that the architect sent over yesterday!”

  From where I was sitting I could see the cardboard tube propped up against Roman’s filing cabinet, so biting my tongue on the sarcastic comment I was dying to make about him having painted on eyes, I heaved up from my chair with a sigh and considered how much money I would need if I just took off backpacking around the world.

  Yes, my life was shite and Roman Hepburn was determined to make it even more so.