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Chloe

Nervousness about the dinner at Millers tonight took its toll on me, and I had trouble focusing on the pending task of organizing the bachelorette party while I gave my best to maintain the order in the workshop.

Residual fumes of yesterday’s uprising were still lurking from the corners, but I paid them no mind. I had too many things on my plate that demanded my attention; sparing a minute for the ungrounded satisfaction of my subordinates was a luxury I couldn’t afford. Nor did I want to.

By the end of the working hours, I was quite happy with the results of my hard work. Boothe at our favorite club was reserved; I even convinced the manager to allow a couple of male strippers to perform for us. A package of our preferred drinks was to be shipped to my address. Gina moved in with Ryan after they returned from Paris, so getting ready for the party at her place was out of the question. All her friends were invited, and all she had to do was wait for Friday night.

And after a lot