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

blue ink on the Meridian emergency contact form stood out against the harsh overhead lights. He paused for a fraction of a second at the emergency contact line, his hand hovering over the page, then wrote a name with a fluid stroke of his pen. He pressed the paper flat with his palm, sliding it back toward me before his phone buzzed in his pocket.

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