My Sister Hid Her Boyfriend Inside My Marketing Firm Until Her Dinner Party

“Melissa, stop it,” Arthur said, his voice authoritative but strained.

He cleaned his glasses again, his fingers moving with a nervous, jerky rhythm.

“Did you know Olivia worked there when Jake applied?” Arthur asked.

Melissa did not look at him, her eyes fixed on the white tablecloth.

“Yes or no, Melissa?” Arthur demanded.

“I wanted him continue reading …