CATHERINE SMITH
I am sitting on the balcony of my apartment, wondering how my precious girl was doing.
I bit my lower lip, recognizing that the w******p message was from Samuel. He was the only one who called me that way. I wondered how he had gotten my number so quickly, but then I remembered he had access to the data of all employees and must have retrieved it from there. I saved his number before replying to the message.
"I never thought I'd receive a message from you on my personal phone, Mr. Park," I texted back, trying not to show too much excitement.
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"I feel like I’ve won the night, knowing I’ve surprised the most beautiful and charming woman I’ve ever met."
I chuckled softly, careful not to wake my kids.
"You probably say that to everyone."
"It’s still true. How a
