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

the online traffic to convert to sales.”

I wrote the name down on my legal pad, the blue ink sinking into the yellow paper. “I see.”

“Is there a problem with me asking?” Jake looked up, his hand dropping back to his watch. “I did not mean to cross any professional lines.”

“Not at all,” I said, sliding the Stratton folder closed and tucking it under my continue reading …