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concepts and doing the rest of the bitch’s ridiculous tasks, which had multiplied and now included tracking down a rare pair of Chanel earrings that she wanted for an upcoming gala. As I searched online for them, one eye stayed riveted on the phone. I wanted him to call. I desperately wanted to hear his voice, hear my name roll off his tongue, spoken like none other. The only call I got was from Catherine’s facialist, letting me know that she had an opening on Friday. My breath caught in my throat as I hung up the phone. The hatred I felt for this woman was suffocating me.
    At exactly six p.m. Catherine flew out of her office, her Chanel briefcase in one hand, her enormous purse in the other. She never left her office one minute later than six.
    “I expect you’ll be working late tonight with all the assignments I’ve given you,” she hissed. “And don’t forget to set up that meeting with Mr. Allyn. It’s extremely important.” She stomped off before I could say or do anything I regretted. I wanted to strangle her for hurting Ari and Ben and for making my life so unbearable.
    The truth was I’d already gotten most of her stuff done. But there was no way I was going to leave any time before nine p.m. If I left now, my gut told me that Ari would be waiting for me downstairs on the street; though he hadn’t called me again, he wasn’t the kind of man who would take no for an answer. As much as I longed to see him, I couldn’t face him. It would be too easy to fall right back into his arms. I closed my eyes, remembering how good it felt to be in them.
    I took in a large gulp of air and reopened my eyes, forcing the memory to the back of my mind. Now that the psycho bitch was gone, the first thing I did was call my mother. She was happy to hear from me and told me that she was eating dinner. I encouraged her to eat everything and order an extra dessert.
    “Honey, you sound tired,” she said.
    “I didn’t sleep well last night, and I have a lot going on at work.” I wasn’t going to get her involved with my complicated love life and make her worry.
    “Well, don’t stay too late at work. You’re young and beautiful and must live life to the fullest. Remember, tomorrow is not promised to anyone.”
    My mother’s words of wisdom stabbed at my heart. I loved her so much. If I couldn’t figure out a way to pay for her cancer treatments, her tomorrows might be limited. My eyes grew watery. I inhaled a deep breath to keep myself from crying. My mother needed me to be strong.
    “’Night, Mom. I love you. See you on Friday.”
    “I love you too. From here to the moon. Good night, honey.”
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    After hanging up the phone, I took another deep breath and forced myself to review Catherine’s ever growing To Do list. I still needed to finish color-coding her files—something I dreaded doing—and set that meeting with Frederick Allyn of Allen & Allyn. Not familiar with Allen & Allyn, I googled the name. It was a large Park Avenue law firm that prided itself on winning hard-to-win cases. I wondered what the meeting was about as I dialed the number.
    I easily got through to Mr. Allyn’s office. Most people in high places worked past six. His assistant said he had a cancellation at four tomorrow and could see Ms. Sinclair then.
    Another thing I could check off. I spent the next three hours color-coding her files. The tedious busywork at least kept my mind off Ari. Nine o’clock rolled around. I was exhausted and bleary-eyed. Grabbing my messenger bag and skateboard from under my desk, I shut down my computer and decided to call it a night. Just the janitorial staff was around as I passed one empty cubicle after another on my way out. As I often stayed late, they knew me well and bid me a cheery goodnight. When I got to the elevator bank, my breath hitched. I had company. Ike Abrams was waiting there. My pulse quickened, but the big smile that broke out on his face at the sight of me put me at ease.
    “Ah, Ms.