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

against her water glass as she reached toward the tablet. Her hand immediately went to her throat, her fingers pressing into the skin.

“Olivia, please,” Nancy whispered, looking around the dining room. “The waiters are watching us.”

“Let them watch,” I said, scrolling to the next tab on the spreadsheet. “Mother, look at the dates of the largest data continue reading …