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Somehow the walk from my coffee-and-croissant funeral to the office had refilled my inbox The work never stopped

I’d rushed the report to Bill’s office and sat back in my chair less than sixty seconds before Bill breezed pastto you too, Bill Yes, I had a great night Slept like a log after cleaning up all Valerie’s work she left behind at the gala last night

Resting h the nine hundred RSVPs one by one, since no one had thought to have thein with

Why do so efficiently when you can force ly slow pace?

The naether and s attached to theht, I’d broken down the last of the flower arrangements and ensured the chair covers were returned After hour two, I’d given up on the heels, but my feet still throbbed

Who said event planning wasn’t glamorous?

My head dropped offthe heels of my hand down, I saved myself from a keyboard facial

“Sleeping on the job, Zara?” The nasally, grinding voice was accoht

Lifting ether

Valerie stood in my doorith her oversized purse and latte She dropped her hand froht switch

“No! I haven’t hadcoffee, Valerie” I clenchedSo villagers lest he smoosh them I wasn

’t tiny by any stretch, I stood up to irl-of-the-year awards Soenes had been deleted from me entirely at birth

She exao Was that allowed by the company dress code policy? No, but she did whatever the hell she wanted Rules like those were only for peons who didn’t coast on daddy’s bank account She glanced up like she’d re in my office doorway “My dad needs to see you in his office in fiveabout reports you prepared”

My stonation soared I’d triple checked everything I shot up fro as the Band-Aids barely gave rabbed my blazer

She looked ht, not letting aze