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"Let me be your secretary," I said to my husband as I walked into his office. This office was different from the one I caught him with Phoebe the other time, but it brought some unwanted buried memories to light again, I tried to shake it off and smiled at Fabian, who looked very confused.
"Secretary?" He asked.
"Yes, Secretary."
"What, why would you want that?" He asked.
"Or maybe a personal assistant if you already have a secretary, I am not very picky," I said. Fabian once again looked very confused. He just shook his head again.
"I have both, I don't need either," he said.
"Then you have to promote someone," I continued.
"I thought you wanted to work in the creative department a few minutes ago," he pointed out. I did, a few days ago, until I figured that I couldn't get wha
