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“Why aren’t we planning on making his boss fall in love with her and dealing with that other… what’s her name?” Mark asked, leaning back like he had just delivered a genius solution.
“That’s what I told her,” Clare agreed immediately, nodding with far too much enthusiasm.
I groaned, pressing my fingers to my temples. “Her name is Isabella. And no, although I’m flattered by the amount of faith you both have in me, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
They clearly had no idea what they were suggesting.
David Walton wasn’t just some guy.
He was the most eligible bachelor in the company, probably in the entire city. Women practically lined up for a chance to even talk to him, let alone marry him. And me?
I was just… me.
“Did you at least confess your feelings?” Mark asked, refus
