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Chapter 17
I worked through the remaining tasks Brianne had given me yesterday without a second thought. Impatiently waiting for Derek to get back from his trip. I spent the majority of the day lost in made-up scenarios of what might happen when he arrived and the rest flashback to our very lengthy phone call.
My cheeks remained flushed, and I was thankful I was able to work alone. Disappointment was hard to hide when I got up to the penthouse and he still wasn’t home. Instead, Linda stood leaning against the wall across from the elevator as if she was waiting for me.
“Need something?” I asked as I tried to make my way to my room, but she quickly stepped in front of me.
“I have been instructed to get you glammed up for dinner” She replied, a faint smile on her lips.
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