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EMILY’S POV.
“What’s wrong? You can’t concentrate?” My temporary partner asked, when she saw me rubbing my forehead continuously. “Or you have an headache?” She asked, placing a hand over my forehead.
“No. It’s fine.” I replied, with a smile, and she withdrew her hand. I went back to sorting out documents, and tried to concentrate. What on earth did John mean by a three-day trip? Just the two of us?
My God, that will be uncomfortable, and hellish. What would we do when we were alone? Listening to him talk alone was suffocating.
“This won’t do.” I muttered, getting to my feet. I hurried over to the restroom, and pulled out my phone, after ensuring no one was in there.
“Dahlia?” I called, when she picked the call.
“Emily. I’ve been meaning to call after the pictures of you and Luc
