Chapter Ten
“Don’t you ever deliberately f**k up to get me mad, Dana,” Ben tells her with his eyes flaming mad.
“What was that?” she stares at him shocked.
“The printer called. Good thing they have a proofreader. There were a dozen mistakes in this copy. I can’t believe you’d screw up after…”
She rips the pages from his hand and reads through them quickly. “Oh, my God, this isn’t the final draft,” she looks up dumbfounded. “I mean the images are right. It was late, I mean 5:00 in the morning. I was so tired. I’m sorry. I’m sure the right copy is somewhere on my desk.”
“Like anyone could find it.”
Her desk is covered in papers and she’s about to dive in and find what they need. But before she can get even a half step in that direction, he’s pushing her himself into the office with a h
