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Strangely, that makes me feel better I don’t particularly want to be friends with Giselle, and I’ to be besties with h, and if she wants to bling out my office so she can promote her talent, then as far as I’m concerned that’s a in Especially if she can do most of the hen I’uess we have a deal"

"Fabulous" Her bright s the look of defeat "I’ll pull soive you a call In the ive Damien a kiss for o, beas--well, then I really need to get over it

I spend another hournotes for Blaine’s app, but then I can’t take it any outside my , and I still haven’t heard from Damien I try his office, but Sylvia tells s "It’s been a crazy day," she says "Since he just got back, everyone wanted a piece of his ti

"He should be done soon, though," she says "Shall I have him call you?"

I tell her not to bother, and then switch over toapp to send him a text To the CEO of Stark International frofit on your calendar?

I don’t expect a quick reply and as almost immediately I think I can squeeze you in

I practically trip over ht over

No I will I have plans for your new office

I smile in anticipation and wonder how I’ll survive the time between now and when he arrives

Since I can’t concentrate on ith the prospect of Da over hthe one my mother sent while I was in Munich The one that tells noring her calls and emails is simply rude and not the way she raised ot aithFlorence Nightingale to his troubles It’s simply a waste of tiible Honestly, Nichole, once you pass the ten million dollar mark, one man is essentially the same as any other Think about what I’ve said And call ht at that moment, actually, I want to delete it even more than I want to breathe I don’t want that woman in my head She may not have ever taken a knife to my flesh, but I knoithout any doubt that she bears as hs as I do I want to delete that email and prove to myself that I’ve e

Fuck

I sla to close any of raainst the door fraray suit, white shirt, and a burgandy tie, and he looks for all the world like a long, tall drink of sin "Not anyet in?"

"Apparently your receptionist reads the papers She knoe’re together"

I lean back in my desk chair and eye him "Are we?"

He steps inside my office, then pulls my door shut behind him He pauses, then very deliberately locks the door "We are"