LILLIAN ~THURSDAY~ I looked at the time, 1:30 am, almost twelve. I’d been sitting in my office for the past three hours, fighting with the part of me that wants to go to Ronan’s office. And after all those hours, that part of me won. The guilt should’ve weighed heavier than it did. Instead, I shoved everything work-related aside, packed my things together, and walked out of my office before that reasonable part of me could catch up. On my way out, I spotted Whitney talking with one of our interns, her posture sharp as always as she listened to him. “Hey, Whitney.” My voice was too tight. “Can I talk to you for a second?” “Sure, ma’am. What is it?” “I want you to cancel every appointment I have for the day.” Her eyes widened. “But, ma’am, we have Rushka Gonzala coming in for a fitting.” She scrolled quickly through the office iPad. “You want me to cancel her, too?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation. My chest was burning, but my face stayed cool. “Tell he
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