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He leaves, and my heart sinks.
This shouldn’t hurt. Not this badly. I’ve known him for less than twenty-four hours.
But then again, I’m twenty-six and have yet to find a man that comes close to measuring up to him.
I grab my phone and send a text to Rachel, telling her to meet me downstairs in twenty minutes.
He’s just a boy. No one special, I tell myself.
But the sick feeling in my gut tells me otherwise.
Alysanne
“What were you thinking?”Slate snaps from behind his oversized desk.
“Obviously, I wasn’t.”
“Not that she did anything wrong,” Rachel says with an edge.
Slate leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Major Hutton—”
“Is a pervert,” I insist.
“Is a pervert that secures contracts for the government.”
Rachel’s face contorts in anger. “Are you really mad at your sister for not sucking Hutton off?”
“What is she even doing here?” Slate nods to Rachel.
“Look, I admit that you were right. I should have never presented.”
“That’s bullshit!” Rachel cuts in.
I love Rachel, but for once, I wish she’d shut up.
“I did my job. I presented. I shouldn’t have to account for men being sexist.”
“It’s not that a woman presented. Olivia Archibald’s presentations always go off without a hitch,” Slate says. “It’s that you did.”
“That’s not fair!”
“Unfortunately, it’s not even your presentation that’s a problem.”
“Then what is? Major Hutton?”
“Chadwick Archibald.”
My mouth gapes open.
“Rumors are swirling.”
My eyes shift downward, unable to meet his gaze any longer.
“What happened, Alyce?”
“It doesn’t matter. I’m never seeing him again.”
“Jesus Christ. Do you know how this looks? The government is going to accuse both our families of price-fixing.”
