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Dubois Enterprises.

I covered my mouth with my hand, shoulders shaking as I leaned back in my chair. My tablet hovered above my lap, just out of sight.

I replied quickly.

To: Allison Durant

Subject:RE: How are you still sane?

My Dearest Allison,

Follow my list for the morning ritual—by the time you reach his office, the coffee should be at an acceptable temperature.

Call Holy Smokes and ask for Kevin. He’ll sort the sandwich situation out.

Last but not least, speak to facilities and see if they know how to sabotage the lift.

If all else fails, join us for drinks on Friday and we can regroup.

Stay strong. You can survive this.

Lucia Hart

Still in Therapy but a Survivor of Laurent Dubois

Dubois Enterprises

It wasn't long until her reply hit my inbox.

To: Lucia Hart

Subject:RE: RE: How are you still sane?

Thank you, oh wise one.

P.S. Let me know where and when for Friday. I need this regrouping in my life.

P.P.S. I think Mr Dubois misses you.

Allison Durant

Lowly Peasant to Laurent Dubois

Dubois Enterprises.

I still didn’t know how I managed to keep a straight face in that meeting—Allison was so far off the mark.

Why on earth would Dubois miss me?

Chapter 7

Laurent

Two weeks later, I decided it was time to admit the truth—to myself, at least. I missed her.

Her scent lingering in my office. The way she moved through the space—always one step ahead of my needs, but never in the way. Never intrusive. She wasn’t sarcastic and droll like Allison. She was quiet. Present. Perfect.

Now? Now it was worse.

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