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

to our parents’ house by mistake.

I folded the sheet in half and walked back to my office, my heels clicking against the linoleum.

Erin Davis arrived at eleven, carrying two brown paper bags from the deli downstairs. She set them on my desk, her silver bracelets clinking against each other, and immediately tapped her fingernails on my mahogany desk.