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The door to Selena's office was firmly shut, as it so often was, and the frosted glass window made it impossible for Jack to tell if she was actually in. He had been hesitant to come down here – Gabi's advice was still bouncing around in his head – but she had sent him an e-mail, and he owed her.
Jack stood in the hallway in gray jeans and a black shirt under his brown jacket, his hair in a state of disarray. “You can do this,” he whispered to himself. “Just stay calm and be respectful when she says no.”
He knocked.
A moment later, the door swung inward and Selena poked her head out, blinking at him. “Excellent. You're on time.” She turned her back and strode back into the office. “Do you want coffee or tea before we begin?”
Tall and slim, Selena wore a black skirt that fell to her
