Laurel
“Wait, I’m getting a contest week?” I point down at the text message from Grantham with shock. He was asking me to lunch as a participant.
“Laurel, I hope you will join me for lunch today so we can discuss your week in the contest which commences tomorrow. I heard you like Franklin’s Steakhouse. I can be there at any time that’s convenient for you.”
Ellis frowns next to me as he reads my phone. “It appears so. But you don’t need to do anything except come with me this weekend so I can sweep you off your feet. You can tell him no.”
I grin. “Oh no. We are going to follow the rules. I will go have lunch with him and then I get to decorate your office….”
“I’ll come with you.” I shake my head.
“No, you will not. That’s against the rules! You can’t break this contract, Jaws.”
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