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AS THE ELEVATOR climbed high in the glass office building, Scarlett looked down at her conservative navy-blue suit with dismay. Though she and Johnny had returned to Los Angles together, she was already having withdrawals. From him, from Spain, and from the joy they’d discovered. She remembered the warmth of his kiss under the Andalusian sun.
She sighed as the doors slid open, and then squared her shoulders and marched forward into the Marsh & Gold office. All I need is another cup of coffee, she told herself.
The blond receptionist glanced up with her usual bored expression, and then gasped. “Scarlett, what are you doing here?”
“And a good morning to you, too. I’ve been on vacation.” She strode past her, firmly clutching her weighty briefcase.
“You can’t go in there.”
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