The next morning, my right eye was a colorful masterpiece of black, blue, and swollen to high heaven.
Brian took one look at me and asked the obvious, "Are you sure you can even make it to the Chamber of Commerce gala tonight looking like that?"
I shrugged. "There's nothing a woman with solid makeup skills and high-coverage concealer can't fix."
When he didn't make any move to leave my office, I raised an eyebrow. "Anything else, Boss?"
"Do you want to press charges against Scott for domestic assault?" Brian asked, his tone shifting to something more serious. "If you do, the company's legal team is at your disposal."
"Thanks, Brian. Much appreciated."
We were just shooting the breeze when a delivery guy walked in, practically buried behind a massive bouquet of fresh flowers.
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