This was supposed to be a night of celebration, the grand banquet hosted by our company's biggest client.However, for me, it was the seventh day after surgery for my ectopic pregnancy.Janet Porter, Walter Jones's childhood friend, flung the cake at the company's client, covering his clothes in frosting.Walter's first move? He checked on Janet, of all people, as if she were the one who had taken the hit.Then, his eyes found mine."Melissa, go and apologize to Mr. Coleman."I stared at him, dumbfounded.The client's representative was scraping off the frosting, his expression twisting into a scowl."Great, so your company is into passing the buck! The one who owes an apology is playing hide-and-seek."Janet's eyes were brimming with tears, yet she clung to Walter like a damsel in distress.Walter wrapped his arms around her, his gaze on me then icy and commanding."What are you waiting for? Apologize, now!"Make a toast to Mr. Coleman, for starters. We can't afford to mes
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