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The next week, on Thursday, Quentin called Charlotte into his office. The secret pair had successfully avoided each other’s presence at work the previous few days, only catching one another’s eyes across rooms and stewing with tension and desire for the other. Faced with “what to do” regarding the non-fraternization clause, they’d apparently decided to avoid it for now. They’d known each other less than two weeks and already they brewed with a sense of purpose, with growing love.
“I’m falling for you,” Charlotte had told him in the hotel room the week before. And she’d meant it.
Charlotte entered, choosing to keep the door ajar slightly, so as not to attract attention.
“Hello, sir,” she said, her eyes bright. She was playing the role of intern, now, despite her frequent appearances
