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XXXV. The Lady Boss
Wednesday was usually a busy day for us in the office but I bunked for a change. I felt giddy like a high school nerd skipping school for the first time just to see her crush. Nothing could sour my mood even Emily’s foul mood after I asked her to move all my Wednesday meeting schedule to Friday. She has this suspicious look on her face since I didn’t usually move my appointments, not unless I have more pressing matter at hand.
“You’re going to meet him,” she said accusingly.“Yes. I’m going to meet my ‘husband’ at his office for lunch. We haven’t done that yet so I’m going.” After our date, everything seems to go on fast forward. We eat breakfast together, he’ll drop me off at the office and then he’ll pick me up at five or six before treating me to dinner or we’ll just drive straight to his place and we'll cook dinner. We work comfortably together.
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