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Scheduling A Meeting

Author: Author Anselm
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-29 23:59:19

Skylar

I had just started going through the reports stacked on my desk when the door opened, and Ivana walked in, hair pulled into a bun and dark glasses perched on her nose like a celebrity hiding from paparazzi.

I blinked in surprise. “Well, look who finally made it to work.”

Ivana groaned and plopped herself into the chair opposite mine like a sack of tired potatoes.

“You weren’t in yesterday,” I said, raising an eyebrow. “You okay?”

She waved a hand vaguely in the air. “Sick leave.”

I gave her a look.

She sighed and slumped farther into the chair. “Okay, fine. It was more like… hangover leave.”

I blinked. “Seriously?”

“Don’t judge me.” She pulled off her sunglasses and rubbed her temples. “That cocktail was deceptively friendly. I swear I only meant to have one.”

I chuckled softly. “Uh! Only meant to have one?” I reached across the desk and patted her hand. “It’s okay. These things take time. You’ll eventually get over him.”

“I don’t know,” she muttered. “I w
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