DORIAN'S POV***I’d kept Amara's birthday in mind for a while. Not because it was some casual note in a file, but because she’d submitted the date once, and for some reason it stuck. Earlier in the day, I’d called her to my office through the intercom. She appeared, polite, professional, expectant.“You can leave early today,” I said, keeping my tone casual.Her brows lifted. “Uh… okay?”“I’ll have a dress sent to you,” I continued. “Get ready tonight. Dinner.”“Dinner?” she asked, clearly surprised.“Just… because,” I replied, giving nothing else away.She nodded, still processing, and left.Once she was gone, I picked up the phone and called Davina. I got her number from the information I asked my secretary for on Amara.“Hello?” she answered.“Hello,” I said. “This is Dorian Wellington.“Okay….” She said. “I know alot of Dorians, so which one might you be?”“Your best friend Boss.” I stated.“Ohhh,” she said. “I hope she's okay. Right?”“Yeah, she's well.” I continued. “ It's Amar
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