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Dahlia's POV
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We returned back to the office after lunch. Lacey had to go to the restroom because she ate something that gave her a stomach ache. I was adjusting my desk and settling down to work when I heard a familiar sound of heels walking up to me. "Wow if it isn't the two timing bitch," the screeching excuse of a voice almost turned me deaf. I stopped and snapped my gaze towards her.
"How can I help you?" I asked through clenched teeth.
"I don't need your help, boyfriend snatcher," She sneered at me and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, I forgot you're beyond help," I said in a bored tone.
"You..."
"How. Can. I. Help. You?" I gently break the word down for her to understand.
"Ump! Send me in."
I called his office phone to ask for permission and he answered. "Yes Marissa," the smooth baritone voice said and my heart flipped, making me frown.