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I continued working on my list.

Find a fake boyfriend. Doesn’t need to be a real one. And also, NOT

HIM.

Surely, I had other options. Not the escort though. A quick Google search

had confirmed that Aaron had been right. Again. Apparently, I had been lied

to by Hollywood. New York seemed to be filled with men and women

offering a wide range of varied and different kinds of services that were not

limited to escorting.

I grimaced and then chewed harder on the pen. Not that I’d ever admit

that to Aaron. I’d rather give up chocolate for a full year than admit to Aaron

that he was right.

But I was desperate at this point. He had nailed that down too. I needed to

find someone who would pretend to be in a serious, committed relationship

with me in front of my whole family. And that didn’t only include the

wedding day, but also the two days of celebratory events that preceded that.

Which meant, I was screwed. I was—

“… and that would be Lina.”

My name broke into my brain, making everything else vanish.

I dropped my pen on the table and cleared my throat. “Yes, here.” I tried

to reinsert myself in the conversation. “Listening. I’m listening.”

“Isn’t that what someone who wasn’t listening would say?”

My gaze shot across the room, meeting a pair of blue eyes on the verge of

showing amusement if the man behind them was capable of human emotions.

I straightened my back and turned a page of my planner. “I was writing

down something for a call I have with a client later and lost track of the

conversation,” I lied. “Something important.”

Aaron hummed, nodding his head.

Thankfully, he let it go.

“Let’s recap a little bit. Just so we are all clear on where we stand,” Kabir

offered in a gentle voice.

He’d be getting a muffin tomorrow.

“Thank you, Kabir.” I gave him a bright smile.

To which he blushed and reciprocated with a wobbly one.

I heard an impatient exhale coming from across the room. Now, he would

not be getting a muffin tomorrow. Or ever.

“So,” Kabir finally said, “Jeff wanted to attend today’s meeting to tell

you personally, but you know how busy the schedule of a head of division is.

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