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

door. “I’ll have those edits to you by three.”

He walked out quickly, his mind already on the call, leaving his coffee mug and the completed blue form on the table. I picked up the paper, intending to slip it into my folder, but the name in the contact box stopped me.

It was written in his neat, upright hand: Melissa Bennett.

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