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I left the conference room in a flash. I knew the presentation backwards and forewards. They were the ones that needed the practice, not me.
I asked Mark to all the security guards as I took the next elevator down to the parking garage and got the hell out of there.
Are we still presenting tomorrow? Are they still going to the business conference next week? Was I still invited? How could Jennifer not tell me? She was supposed to be my friend. I would have kept it a secret and been there for her.
We've only known each other for a few weeks and even though it feels like we've known one another since forever ago, we didn't. Trust takes time to build and we haven't had that time.
Be safe. Her warning was about Noah...
She's wasn't in love with me. That was so self-centered of me to assume. She's trying to help me and my guess is that she signed an NDA (non disclosure agreement) which bound legally to not share whatever happened with her and Noah.
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