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

thumb rubbing the side of the leather strap.

“You knew exactly who my director was,” Jake said.

The ice in Nancy’s glass clinked as she set it down too hard.

“What code are you talking about, Jake?” Nancy asked, her brow furrowing. “Melissa has her own business. She doesn’t need Olivia’s work.”

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