Page 38 of The Office Guest

“My apologies about earlier, Charlie.” I let out a long breath. “Can you take me to the private airport?”

“Absolutely, Miss.”

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An hour later,I’m waltzing around the private airport in awe. So far, I’ve watched four Gulfstream jets come and go, and I’m determined to add this place to one of my dream boards when I get home.

Assuming that my fiancé is on one of the waiting planes on the runway, I move closer to the windows and watch as they pull in front of the building individually.

A guy steps off the first plane, and I squint, hoping to get an early glimpse of his face.

With his sun-kissed hair and deep brown eyes, he’s definitely a cute replacement and some of my faith is restored in the app.

I smooth my dress as he approaches the door, but a woman in green rushes up to him and kisses his lips.

Sighing, I take a seat and decide to kill time the best way I know how. Calling Dominic.

“Yes?” he answers.

“I hope you’re miserable this holiday season,” I say.

“I hate to tell you that I’m not.”

“How are you spending it?”

“I’m helping my best friend Paul with something.”

“Did you get him a gift for whenever he becomes manager at that hedge fund?”

“I did, but he won’t need it,” he says. “Long story. How are you spending the holiday this year?”

“I’m getting engaged.”

“Towho?”

“Does it matter?”

“Hell yes.” He sounds upset. “Does he know that you still call and talk to me?”

“He doesn’t care about that,” I say. “And it’s Dante.”

“The guy who fuckingcheatedon you last year?”

“He’s a changed man.”

“I doubt it. You can do way better than him, Georgia.”

“Don’t expect an invitation to our wedding.”

“I wouldn’t dare to come anyway.” He sighs. “What did he say to make you even think about going back?”

“I’m not serious about being engaged to him.” I relinquish part of the ruse. “I’m actually getting married to a different guy, and no, he doesn’t know about my phone calls to you.”

“When do you plan to tell him?”

“Before you do, since it sounds like you’re about to threaten me with that.”

“I’m in the middle of landing something,” he says, his voice terse. “I’ll call you a little later, and you need to pick up.”

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