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still hear him. "I don't know who's more embarrassed-the girl or me." "How did I know she

offensive. Moreover, the female isn't even attractive. She smiles nicely and has light blue eyes. Abigail believed she wa

er of their talk. "Anyhow," Matt murmured. Have dinner with us? Rachel's parents make payment. "I'm just heading out," Daniel answered. Have fun tonight

ow but remained motionless. With a shrug, Matt looked from her to their table and back again. "I'm repaying the favor-you introduced me to

ltibillionaire, Daniel? Abigail fluttered. Is she getting herself into this? She went to get her purse and headed to the table. "Where do you believe you are headed?" Rachel got up. "There are topics we should talk

out that she had stopped at a Chinese takeaway restaurant for some fried rice and crab Rangoon, she took an alternative route home. She grieved, her head resting on the

she never lost the freshman fifteen, and with each passing year, a little bit more crept on. It wasn't necessary to flaunt it in her face. Abigail used a very thin serviette to blow her nose. More foolish tears spilled. Her lover, who was

at least. She would never be so attractive that she would make him feel incredibly lustful when he was meant to be working. This was a job she needed. She had to start over someplace, which meant

rcely at all the night before. Most of the damage would only be concealed by a few fabricated repairs. She wasn't overly concerned. Daniel Davis needed someone effective, not a lovely lady. Abigail is capable of that. Mr. Davis will see you shortly," the slender secretary informed her. Abigail sat in a chair in the waiting room and took in the spotless office complex. Compared to the previous one she had worked in, it was much grander. White and black marble was used for the floors and ceilings, and stunning classical and modern artworks provided pops of color to the walls. It must have cost a fortune all in. Did Daniel own all of this? He must be well wealthy, she had previously surmised, but this was positively lavish. Realizing that she had no idea what Daniel did or where he stood in the firm caused her mouth to dry. It was her duty to complete her schoolwork. Fool! Her phone rang, cutting her thoughts short. At the sound, she leaped and pulled it from her purse. Hersing, "Rachel, not now." "I'll finish this quickly," her sister remarked. "Have you distributed the invites yet?" "Not yet; the envelopes are still in transit. I believe you stated that the guest list is still being finalized. Abigail complained. "Remember that last week, you were going to help me with that? You can't imagine how stressful this whole wedding thing is. I have to- With one dark eyebrow arched in a way that could evoke both dread and swooning at once, Daniel materialized in his office doorway. With his pricey work suit pulled up by his arms and a pair of gold cufflinks shown, he leaned against the doorframe. Abigail was clueless as to how long he had been there. "I must go, Rachel ." Abigail stabbed at the end button, hoping to stop her sister's sore, whiny voice from reverberating through the waiting room's windows. Instead of hitting the end, she hit the speaker. Rachel's voice could be heard clearly: "You're so inept! All I have to do now is take care of- Abigail could stop before her sister could finish. With a flaming face, Abigail stuffed her phone into her handbag and turned to face Daniel. She lacked the confidence to look him in the eye. "I apologize, Mr. Davis," she said. "My sister is going through a midday meltdown." "Seems like nothing serious if you can end the call with her to conduct an interview." Abigail's face becomes redder, making it harder to maintain a neutral appearance. She said, "It wa