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The Wrong Kind Of Offer.
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April’s POV

By the time I closed my condo door behind me, I felt like every bone in my body was sighing in relief.

Finally in my comfort zone. No meetings, no cameras or hovering executives. No judgemental glances cause they found it hard to believe that the contract was secured because I helped big deal.

As for Zurich, that felt like a whole nother lifetime. And thankfully, Jesus loves me, things didn't exactly get awkward after the kiss like I thought it would. Back in the jet, I just made sure to keep myself extremely occupied just to avoid even the smallest conversation. He seemed to play along because he got busy as well. If he was pretending that the kiss never happened, well.... I guess I could live with that.

I kicked my heels off near the entryway, peeled my blazer off, and headed straight for the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror looked like someone who had been balancing on adrenaline for days. My hair limp from travel, skin pale from stale cabin air.

Sigh. It feels so
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