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He spread kisses on her forehead, her temple, her cheek. Then his mouth landed on hers, and she didn’t care anymore that she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet.

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She stood up, straightening the wrinkles in her dove-gray pants. She had twenty minutes before the meeting started, she would make herself tea, re-read the materials, and then join Nathanela on the 29th floor.

She buttoned the golden buttons in the matching blazer and arranged the lapels of her shirt. She was dressed, head to toe, in Tally’s, the women’s workwear brand she owned together with her sister. Right now, most of the work was coming from friends and colleagues and through word-of-mouth. Tally had quit her day job and in addition to working full time, hired two seamstresses. But orders were piling up and soon they would need to hire another worker.

Tamar grabbed her mug and went to the communal kitchen. Hearing female voices and her name, she stopped at the corridor and eavesdropped. She thought she was the first one on the floor, but apparently she was wrong.

“I love your pants, where did you order them? Asos?” She didn’t recognize this voice. It sounded young.

“Asos would die to have this designer. It’s by ‘Tally’s’ and Tally herself custom made them for me,” Marina answered.

“No, shit! How much?”

“It was a gift. She’s Tamar’s sister. Here, that’s her Insta...”

“You’re so lucky to have Tamar as your boss. I have this old man, Moishe.”

“I know, she’s great. Of course, she’s more a friend than a boss.”

“If you say so. You’re leading the competition.”

“We’re exactly seven days in, and it’s not because she’s my friend!” Marina huffed.

Tamar smiled and turned back to her desk. She was more a people’s person now, but she still didn’t feel like making conversation with a round eyed fan from the investment department. She would just go to the management floor and have her morning tea with Nathanela Hacham, her mentor and boss, the CEO of Peaks. Which Tamar would be, one day. A new countdown to begin.

The End