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

pulled the device out, his brow furrowing as he read the message. “I have to jump on the conference call with the design team. They are having trouble with the color proofs for the Stratton campaign.”

“Go ahead,” I said. “I will collect the rest from the team. Don’t worry about the print queue.”

“Thanks, Olivia,” he said, already stepping toward the continue reading …