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"Wow."
"What? And what do you want? You've been so busy going to work every day in love with your boss that you've all but kicked me to the curb."
The hits just kept coming.
"What do you mean?"
"Say what you want, I'm in a tortured mood; nothing's going right today."
And just like that, I found my opening.
"Fancy a trip to Manhattan and a hundred-dollar luxurious spa experience?"
She went silent.
"What luxurious spa treatment in Manhattan for one hundred dollars?"
"Jeesh, you really are in a pissy mood. I'm serious though," I said.
"What spa treatment is this? It sounds like just what I need to calm the fuck down. Either this or a dick, but unlike you, I don't work with my boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend," my tone instantly lowered as I looked around, suspicious even of the walls and their ears.
"Of course, he is," she said dryly. "Get to the point, Hannah."
"Sudden business trip to Chicago. I need skincare and clothes. Yes, I can do without, but I just decided to call to ask if you fancy a trip to Manhattan and that very reasonable and exciting hundred-dollar luxury spa treatment."
"Hmm," she said dryly, and once again, my hope dissipated because she was, for sure, not going to bite.
"Add an extra hundred dollars and cover my cab fare, and I'll accept."
"Damn it, Mandy," I complained, but she was unmoved.
"I'm in the middle of my cry-important day."
"Your work wasn't going well; you need this, and you're making me pay for it?"
"Touche," she replied. "Deal or no deal?"
"Deal," I said, and then she laughed.
"I would have done it for free anyway; I really need this trip to Manhattan."
"Of course," I replied as I was so outrightly tricked just as I had imagined I would be with her.
"So, when can I expect you?" I asked. "We leave at five."
"I'll be there in an hour," she replied. "I'll leave now."
"An hour and a half," I countered. "You have to go by my apartment. Call me when you get there."
"Alright," she replied, and the call came to an end.
About two hours later, I received the call from reception, and instantly, I hurried over to confirm that it was Mandy. Quickly, and before anyone could notice the personal guest, I dragged her with me, and we were on our way back to Guy's office.
"Wow, you really work here?" she asked, her eyes taking in all the polished wood and marble around. "This has got to be the most gorgeous office I've ever been in. And the view?—"
I glanced at what she was referring to through the glass windows of one of the conference rooms as we passed by and nodded in response.
