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"Just do it," Chloe says, walking over fro this room Trust me"

Sandra twists her lips and does as she’s told, reappearing in her suit jacket and the short sequined skirt Perfect The suit jacket is black and tailored, the cut creating a v-neck and exposing so, bare under the short skirt and ending in those fuck- into the bathrooht ress

I sit her at the vanity in Sawyer’s bathroo loose curls into Sandra’s hair

"Who is Everly trying to set you up with?" Chloe asks her, while digging through , so she misses the startled expression on Sandra’s face

"What?" Sandra’s eyes dart over to Chloe

"She’s setting you up, you know that, right?" Chloe, findinganyone up" I shakeopportunities

"She putme" Chloe squeezes soether I don’t think she needs the lotion I think she was just looking for an excuse to rub her hands together in glee over having sos with "Sent me on a date I didn’t even knoas on," she adds

"One ti iron, wrapping the cord around the handle

"Just ain"

"It won’t!" I proaze for a second, then nods

"The thing is," I say slowly, testing the waters, "he’s not here tonight, but I do think I found the perfect guy for you"

I’m met with a blank stare Chloe doesn’t even blink

"You kno you have a thing for FBI agents?" I ask, getting a little excited I wasn’t joking about the Criminal Minds marathon She’s seen every episode at least twice I take her silence as encouragement "He’s based here in Philly and he’s hot"

Silence

"And he’s, u Chloe is scary when she’s quiet "And he’s Irish!" I remember "You would have the cutest babies" That was probably too far

"So what’s his na me cos in her head that aren’t actually happening Is there a guy you like?"

"His name is Gabe," I answer for Sandra as we exit the apartoal instead There’s plenty of time to work on Chloe’s love life "He’s not her boss, because I’ her boss and that would be super aard, but he’s a vice-president at Clehty, don’t you think?" I don’t wait for anyone to answer s with him on his desk"

Sandra blushes and shakes her head before stopping herself "How could you possibly know that? You’ve seen us together one ti

"Well, it’s irrelevant," she says, straightening, spine straight as alk "It’s not appropriate And I’m not his type," she adds in a soft voice

"We’ll see about that," I respond We’ve made it back to the hotel lobby and I spy thefor an elevator to the party space on the second floor