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I de the entire arrange up the trail of leaves littered over the floor with a hand broom and dustpan

Then from behind the wall that separates us, I hear Shasta’s voice "Oh my God What theJoellen? Is this you?"

I popat her computer screen Her eyes are ith disbelief, and her expression sends a twinge of panic through my stomach

"Is this"You’re on TMZ"

"Me?" I laugh in relief "I don’t think so"

She looks at her computer screen, then back up at ot a twin you don’t know about, because this looks exactly like you"

Frowning, I make my way over to her cubicle, then lean over her shoulder to see what she’s looking at There on the screen is a close-up shot of me and Caazing at each other

Neither of us is s hand is curled possessively around ers are crushed between us It’s an intimate and intense htor about to make out

The headline screams, CAMERON MCGREGOR AND MYSTERY WOMAN SIGHTED SHOPPING!

Son of a bitch The man with the camera sold the picture of Ca that comes to mind "Does my hair really look like that?"

Shasta squeals "It is you!"

"Shh!" I peek up over the cubicle wall, but no one else seeo into full-blown panicpalms and heart palpitations "Oh God What should I do?"

"Girl!" thunders Shasta,oing on with you and Ca her to keep her voice down, she peppers me with questions, each more invasive than the last

"How did you ? Is he a? You have to spill--oh! How long can he last? Is he freaky? I bet he’s super freaky, right?" She wiggles her eyebrows salaciously, and is about to continue her tirade, until a familiar voice interrupts and we both freeze

"Ladies Hard at work, are we?"

Shasta and I gulp and hten and turn to face theover a few inches in an atte, Mr Maddox"

He glances at Shasta, hiding behind me, then at the screen, which I’m sure is still at least partly visible, then looks back at "

He answers smoothly, not a ripple of e like a crazy person’s, which is how I know I’m totally busted He already knows about the story

Shasta offers a weak, "Hi," then goes back to hiding behindbutt

"Joellen I had a question about your application" He looks at Shasta fully, and I understand "Walk withfor an answer, because of course he doesn’t have to wait He’s the beautiful CEO, and I’m the lowly scullery maid who’d be happy to scrub his floors for all eternity for cru profusely

His legs are long, and he’s set a strenuous pace, so it’s hard to keep up It feels like we’re running frouilt for no other reason than it seems like I should be as we stride down the corridor at a breakneck clip