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    "Open the e-mail I just sent all of you," Patty replied.
    "Holy shit." I scanned the first attachment she'd sent.
    It was an article from the business section of the Chicago Tribune. The story featured an announcement of G&G Components' impending acquisition of a foreign subsidiary. They were a well-known Chicago-based manufacturer of high-tech electrical vehicle components. While the company had become a wild financial success in recent years, the source of its notoriety amongst most Chicagoans was due largely to the philanthropic work of its CEO's wife. She was pictured in the article, looking as beautiful as ever standing with her husband at some event.
    "No fucking way!" Lydia said through the speaker. "Are you saying Elsa Michaels is the new client?"
    If you lived in Chicago, you knew of Elsa Michaels. She was a local icon, practically a saint, who ran a children's charity she founded. Not to forget her stunning beauty was just as renowned.
    "That's exactly what I'm saying." Patty laughed with excitement. I stood and started walking around.
    "The Michaelses always seemed like such a happy couple," Bridget said sadly. 
    She was definitely the hopeless romantic of the group. I blamed it on her lack of experience with men. The rest of us knew better than to believe in such fairytales. Well, Lydia and I did, at least. I'd questioned Grace's judgment when it came to men on more than one occasion over the years. Back in college, bad boys and jerks were her drugs of choice, and she always started out believing she could change them.
    "Claudia, you lucky bitch," Lydia said with a groan. "Gregory Michaels can install his components in me anytime."
    Lydia was always the perv of the group, which was saying something. I couldn't argue with her assessment, though. Gregory Michaels, no matter what his marital crimes might have been, was one of the most attractive men I'd ever laid eyes on. If he didn't have such a mind for business, a career as a model wouldn't have been much of a stretch. I had to admit I didn't hate the idea of being the one who would potentially get to fuck him.
    "So you really think he's cheating? The way they were together, I wouldn't have guessed. They always seemed so in love," Bridget said quietly as she stood.
    I looked at Bridget, my eyebrows raised in question. "Wait a minute, Bridge. Are you saying you know them?"
    "I interned in G&G's IT department the last semester of my senior year. I never actually met Mr. and Mrs. Michaels, but I saw them meeting in the lobby sometimes." She shrugged.
    I vaguely remembered seeing the internship on her résumé. It hadn't stood out amongst the vast array of other academic and professional achievements listed. I'd known Bridget was perfect for the job almost immediately. With her talent she could have gotten a job in IT at any big corporation she wanted, but Bridget was a hacker at heart. The world of clandestine investigation and surveillance at Homewrecker Incorporated allowed her to feed that passion. It didn't hurt she gained a full partnership when she joined us either.
    "That's right, I'd nearly forgotten." I put an arm around her shoulder. At five foot nine, I felt positively Amazonian next to Bridget's small five-foot frame. "It's one hell of a fortuitous coincidence you having that connection," I said, looking to Grace who was smiling widely, clearly thinking the same thing.
    "I wonder if they're hiring."
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    The anticipation in the office the next morning was palpable. Bridget rushed around organizing refreshments in the conference room we'd set up and on the table in the entryway. The whole office smelled of coffee and cinnamon with a hint of chocolate. She scooted past me, a chocolate glazed donut on a napkin in her hand as she tugged awkwardly at her black skirt, which fell past her mid-thigh.
    "You look nice, Bridget," I said. She twirled in the doorway of her office. Her long red locks, pinned up elegantly on one side, gave her a soft, dreamy