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CHAPTER 43
PAIGE
Junior Company Liaison.
A dream job, for sure. A dream life full of travel to amazing places with amazing people.
And let’s not forget that higher paycheck. I’ll get to continue supporting my mother and possibly upgrade my apartment to something a little more... one bedroom.
But I can’t accept it. Right?
If I do, then Oliver and I can’t possibly go on like this. An affair on a business trip is one thing (an immoral thing, admittedly). Continuing it would be a bad idea in general, but the Junior Company Liaison continuing it with the Senior Company Liaison is a really bad idea.
Right?
There’s a knock on my door. I flinch in surprise with a glance at my bedside clock. Nearly 10 PM.
I set my book down on my pillow as I slowly inch out of bed. They knock again in the time it takes for me to cross my apartment to the door and peek through the peephole.
Oliver?
I slide the chain free and open the door.
Oliver smiles at me with a bottle of wine in one hand. “Hey,” he says.
“Hi,” I greet. “How did you know where I live?”
He smirks, amused. “Did you know that I can wander behind the desk of any Botsford Plaza in the world and look through… whatever employee file I want? It’s pretty cool.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Graham told me you two spoke today.” He holds up the bottle. “So, I brought wine to celebrate.”
“And what exactly are we celebrating?” I ask.
“You know damn well what we’re celebrating. Can I come in?”
I sneer at him for a moment before holding the door open for him. It’s better to have this conversation inside than to risk him getting spotted.
Oliver glides into the room, his eyes scanning from my bed to my treadmill to the kitchenette. “Nice place,” he says.
I close the door. “Shut up.”
“No, really. It’s cozy. I like it.” He points at the small chair and bookcase in the corner. “I like the little reading nook. That’s cute.”
I cross my arms, putting up a little body armor to keep my distance. “Uh-huh.”
He turns to me with a raised brow. “What?”
“What?”
“You’re mad at me.”
I exhale. “Yes, I am.”
“Why are you mad at me?” he asks. “I got you everything you wanted. I thought you’d be thrilled.”
“Thrilled? Oliver, I told you I wanted to talk to Graham myself.”
