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NEW YORK CITY
THREE YEARS LATER
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~ HUNTER’s POV ~
“You know what? I think he’s gay,” Karen, our office secretary, said.
“He’s not gay,” Phoebe, my personal assistant, defended. “He’s had a girlfriend, I think,”
“Who? I’ve never heard or seen him with any girl, ever,” Karen argued. “And like, I’m wearing a blouse with a super low cleavage, right? He doesn’t even look at it,”
“That’s a good thing, you weirdo. You don’t want a pervy boss, do you?”
“Well, no, but if it’s him… I won’t mind,”
“Girl, control your hormones,” Phoebe hissed. “Geez,”
These girls must have forgotten that the CCTV cameras all over the office were also equipped with microphones. Their bosses could
