You Lost Me First
Before the contract was even signed, the client's representative casually said he was craving pancakes with maple syrup.
I didn't hesitate. I texted my fiancé, Nigel Cross, and asked him to stand in line and grab some.
He came back with the box, all proud of himself.
The client took one bite, and within seconds, his face went red. Hives bloomed across his neck.
He shot to his feet, furious, and called the whole deal off on the spot.
Then he turned around and handed the million-dollar order to Olivia Field, the intern who had rushed to grab him allergy meds.
Three months of grinding work were gone just like that.
I stood there, my throat tight, trying not to fall apart.
Nigel squeeze
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