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

call, sliding the phone back into my purse just as the heavy glass door to the dining room swung open.

Jake stepped into the lobby, his coat slung over his arm, his tie slightly askew, and his wrist watch visible as he checked the time with a nervous, jerky movement of his hand.

“Olivia,” he said, stopping a few feet away from me.

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