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“Here. Open your email. I’ll send you the link to the website.” Before he had even finished talking, a new email appeared in my inbox.

I opened it eagerly, and there was the link to the submissions page.

“Look, I have to go,” Andrew said, before I could take more than a cursory look. “Carl is in a shitty mood today.” Carl was the head of the financial department where Andrew worked. He just so happened to be Millie’s son, and came with the personality to match. “Apparently we need to have payroll done by Wednesday. Which makes absolutely no sense, but what can you do.”

“You can apply for a supervisor position the next time one comes up,” I said, without missing a beat, and Andrew laughed. It was a long-running thing between us—me trying to get him to advance at work, him laughing me off. We did it automatically at this point.

“Look over the submission page and we’ll talk after work, okay?”

“Sounds good,” I muttered, my eyes already glued to the screen.

“Have a good afternoon.”

“You too. Oh.” I pulled my attention away from the screen long enough to give him an actual goodbye. “Andrew, thank you for doing this. Seriously.”

He chuckled lightly on the other end of the phone. “Hey, it's the least I can do for the girl who always brings me lunch.”


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