Page 119 of The Matchmaker's Choice: A Lesbian Romance

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twice as wide as the doorway…

“Adley. Thanks for coming in this morning.”

“Uh, yeah.” I wish I would have worn jeans and a t-

shirt. A fuck you outfit. No. I had to wear actual adult work

clothes. I put on one of my favorite dresses, black and red

polka dots, and a black cardigan. “Yeah, no problem.” What

choice did I have?

I cross my legs, one over the other, and let my black

flats dangle in the air while I wait for the axe to come down

across the back of my neck. Is that what getting axed means?

Is that where that saying comes from? Wow. That’s seriously

gruesome if it is. Gross.

Charles, my boss, pushes five or six folders across the

desk towards me. I stare at them, not understanding. Unless

he’s compiled a stack of complaints. But no. He’s still smiling.

Bigger now. He’s a creepy looking dude naturally, middle

aged, balding, glasses, way too thin and tall. He has creepy

vibes I can’t explain. I think it might be the intense way he

stares at a person.

“I’m happy to say that you did a great job with the

Stephanie De’Silvo file. She wrote me an email personally

stating how happy she was with our services. She did say that

she decided, for the time being, that she’d like to pursue her

career and decided to change her mind about dating, but that

had nothing to do with us or with you. She wrote a very

glowing recommendation for you. She was very impressed.

She said she would be happy to tell her friends about the

company and use it again in the future if she changes her

mind.”

“Oh, uh, wow. I’m glad to hear it.” I knew Steph was

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