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Chapter 22 – Labels and Other Lies

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Beth

The office was quiet in that end-of-day way—soft clacks of keyboards slowing, phones ringing less frequently, the hum of fluorescent lights louder than usual.

I shut down my laptop and slid it into my bag, still riding the afterglow of a successful meeting. The contract was locked. The campaign was greenlit. And I somehow managed to get through lunch with Dr. Cole without jumping him across the conference table.

Barely.

“Hey, rockstar.”

I glanced up as Brian leaned against my office doorframe, holding a half-empty coffee cup and wearing his usual late-day smirk.

“Oh God, please don’t call me that,” I said, laughing as I zipped my bag. “You’ll jinx it.”

He stepped inside, sipping his drink. “Just wanted to say congrats again. That contract’s no joke—it’s not a one-and-done campaign. That’s a long-term deal, full retainer. You basically just guaranteed us six months of monthly checks.”

I paused, my hands stilling on the edge of the desk. “Wait—seriously?”

Brian nodded. “Dr. Cole si
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