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Sam sat at his desk, piles of paperwork that needed his attention scattered around the room. He hoped taking the week off to be out in the community was worth all the extra headache. If I hadn’t, I would never have met Katie. Sam forced the thought out as soon as it appeared. Katie had made it clear how she felt about working for the mayor. The way she had run away from the prospect of having to share the same space as him—he couldn’t rid himself of the image. Did she think so poorly of him that she would go so far as to turn down a much-needed paycheck? Sure, he had misrepresented himself, but it wasn’t like he had planned on it. Not correcting a mistake wasn’t the same thing as lying. That was another thing he had learned when he became a politician.
“Knock knock.”
Sam glanced up an
