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“Which is why you want me to be your wingwoman, right?” Tiffany had been single all of four weeks since they’d become roommates freshman year.

“Maybe.” Tiffany dipped her head and gave her a bashful grin.

Abby chuckled. “You should see what Meg has to say. Maybe you can find someone for the long-term now that we’re almost done with college.”

“No, I’ve seen plenty of the guys coming through here. Not my type for sure.” Tiffany’s nose crinkled, her lips puckering as she shook her head.

“I’m betting there will be more to choose from once the app is up and running.” Abby still didn’t know much about how everything worked, only that the six large-screen televisions in the workroom showed a whole lot of information on each client. But Meg wouldn’t spend a ton of money to build an app on something that wouldn’t help her business.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But even then, we’ll have to see what happens.”

The phone rang, and Tiffany hopped up. “Gotta get that.”

Abby chuckled and turned her attention back to the computer screen. She’d lucked out when she’d been paired up with Tiffany her freshman year in the dorms. The girl had boundless energy and complemented Abby’s more reserved nature.

She stood and grabbed the handles of the chair with the box on it, maneuvering it to the other side of her desk. With a stack of papers at the side of her keyboard, she opened a new writing document and got to work on the small, nearly indecipherable papers. Now was the time to prove to Meg, and to herself, that she was right for this job.

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