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Xan skimmed through the documents as she ate her dinner alone at home that evening. The Chinese takeaway did the best roast pork and she'd decided to treat herself tonight.
The more she read, the more she became convinced that she'd been offered her dream job. Nevertheless, she couldn't accept it without speaking to her family and, more importantly, Jerome. He hadn't replied to her emails in a while, and she'd been so busy with work that she'd been too tired to call him most nights. But this was important – she'd track him down by dawn, if it killed her.
Who to call first? Her parents would be easy – they supported her in everything she did – but she didn't want to tell them about the new job if Jerome didn't want her to take it. Better that they never knew about it at all.
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