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

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He slowly took off his reading glasses and pulled a micro-fiber cloth from his breast pocket.

He began to clean the lenses, his breath fogging the glass before he wiped it clean.

You will not need to worry about the dinner, Olivia, he said, his voice flat.

I stood still, the cold air from the office vent blowing against my neck.

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