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

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The offices at Meridian were silent on Saturday afternoon, the fluorescent lights overhead hummed in the empty corridors. Erin sat in the leather chair opposite my desk, a paper cup of black tea in her hand.

“Your mother actually believes Melissa came up with that system herself,” Erin said, setting the cup down.

“She wants to continue reading …