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“Hot damn, girl!” Katy let out a low whistle, and I gave a little twirl around. I was dressed to kill in a short, tight black dress straight from Rent the Runway. I had paired it with with spiked heels,
I took another sip of my drink, just to give myself something to do. The 2 people next to me didn’t have that problem, though. Lucky them, I though in a snarky tone. Ever since we got together after work,
I drove up to the curb, squinting at the numbers on the brick building to check if I was in the right spot. 1824. Yep, this was it. I was a good 5 minutes early, so I parked and glanced
I slunk into the office on Monday, praying I wouldn’t run into Mallory. “Why do you let her get to you? You need to take control of the situation!” Katy’s reprimand echoed in my head. I had shrugged, totally wordless.