ELLE
"No. No, no, no," I say, and I'm already standing up, already backing away from Sienna's desk. "I can't do that. Let it not be what I think you're thinking. Please, Sienna, tell me you're not about to suggest—"
"Elle, sit down," Sienna says gently.
"I won't sit down. I know what you're going to say and the answer is no. Absolutely not. Whatever strategic solution you're about to present, the answer is no."
"You don't even know what I'm going to suggest."
"It involves Blake," I say. "It involves using my relationship with him to solve the career problem I have because of the relationship with him. And the answer is no."
Sienna's phone buzzes. She glances at it and then looks back at me.
"Actually," she says quietly, "it's not just me making this suggestion anymore."
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