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To my surprise, it isn’t a message from Lena but one from Will. The mystery man from Stevenson Clothing.
From:
To:
Subject: hi
Hey Bridget Quinn from Sartoria.
- Will
I drop the phone on the counter. It clatters loudly but Ginger remains unbothered, too focused on her dinner to care. I, however, stand shellshocked, confusion flooding my system. What is he doing?
Brows raised, I pick up my phone and decide to reply.
From:
To:
Subject: Re: hi
Um, hi?
- Bridget
I chew on my fingernail,eyes fixed on my phone screen. Every couple of seconds I swipe down, refreshing the app, until a new email from him comes through.
From:
To:
Subject: Re: Re: hi
What, no company signature this time?
- Will
Is he for real?
From:
To:
Subject: Re: Re: Re: hi
Why are you emailing me?
- B
I worry it comes off as abrasive, but I’m genuinely curious. And while I believe he’s probably an entry-level person like me, given that I’ve never seen him come to the showroom whenever the client comes in for a meeting, he’s still a member of their team. I need to proceed with caution.
His answer doesn’t come as quickly as the first, so I find myself pacing my small apartment like a lion in a cage, my mind running through every possible scenario—each one more unlikely than the next.
From:
To:
Subject: Re: Re: hi
