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KARISSA
I read through the latest email from Maxwell Robertson and put the finishing touches on my proposal. I checked the clock on my computer and switched over to the meeting request he sent me. When it was one minute to the meeting time, I clicked the link to join and waited.
I pasted a smile on my face and stared straight at the screen, waiting for him to appear. When he did, I waved. “Hello, Mr. Robertson. How are you?”
“Good morning, Ms. Thomas. I’m well. How are you?”
“Good, thank you.”
“Good, good. I know we were supposed to talk about your proposal today, but we have decided to go with another designer.” His dark gaze avoided the screen for a moment, like he was looking at someone on the other side of the computer.
I flinched, my smile slipping. My eyes narrowed, and I ti
