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

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I looked at Jake, whose knuckles were white where he gripped his salad fork.

“Is that what this is to you, Dad?” I asked. “A professional overlap?”

Arthur did not answer. He merely reached for the wine decanter and began to pour himself another glass of Cabernet.

Jake finally looked up, his gaze bypassing Melissa entirely to settle on me, then shifting continue reading …