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Chapter Four

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Thanks to Kyra Lennon and Scout Dawson for the feedback; glad you're enjoying the story so far.

And as always, thanks to Hubby for the edit.

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"Oh my god. He said yes. We're going out for coffee after work." Maria's voice cut through the chatter of the canteen as she bounded into the breakroom, grinning from ear-to-ear.

She down on the sofa beside me, and let out a dreamy sigh. "I just spoke to him. I said I'd had fun with him when we went out to Twenty-One, and it'd be nice if the two of us went out, without everyone else around, and he said yes."

"Aww. That's fantastic news." I smiled and took a swig of coffee. "I just saw Kelly, things with her and Carl seem to be going well. I think they're seeing each other again tonight. It's great everything is working out for you guys."

Maria beamed at me. "I know! And Chloe and Jon seem to be getting along all right. She was telling me they hooked up on Saturday."

"Just don't go getting any ideas about me and Mike now everyone else is paired off."

Maria pouted. "Oh but I think he's going cold on that redhead of his. Maybe he wants something more serious? And you'd look so cute together."

"We would not. I'm at least three inches taller than him, and that's without heels." I scrunched up my nose imagining it. "Tell me more about your and Rich's date. Where are you going? What are you wearing? Are you going to kiss him?"

"Well, it's just for coffee after work, so it's nothing too fancy. I figured I'd just wear what I've got on. I want to keep it casual, you know?" Maria watched a canal boat sail by.

"Makes sense. Hopefully, if you don't make a big deal out of it, there won't be loads of pressure, and you can just enjoy getting to know each other outside of work."

"That's the plan. I mean, we never really chat properly when we go to a bar or whatever, so this will be a good way to test the waters."

"I can't wait to hear all about it."

Maria gave a little squeal and flapped her arms about. "I can't believe this is really happening."

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Boyed by her excitement, I returned to the makeup area after my break in a great mood, only to have it quickly deflated as I saw Courtney Sinclair sitting in my booth, waiting for me to prep her for filming.

"You're late," she said as I wrapped her in the protective cape. "Charlotte said your break ended at one."

I glanced at my watch – it was two minutes past.

My lips formed a tight line as I bit back a retort, and instead I focused on priming her face.

Thankful she couldn't speak while I applied the rest of her makeup, I got to work contouring her face, then added blush, eyeshadow, and lipstick. Finally, I picked up the straighteners, and with a comb in my other hand, ran them through Courtney's long dark hair.

"All done," I said, handing her the mirror.

"You're getting sloppy." She blotted away a non-existent smudge and scowled at me.

Just stay professional, I reminded myself.

"It must be all those late nights drinking. I heard about your escapades last week."

I stiffened at her comment, unable to not defend myself. "What I do in my free time is none of your business."

"It is when it effects the reputation of the company we both work for."

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