Guests??

Ben

After my disastrous presentation, I took a break from work and drove home.

I needed to freshen up, eat one of Mama Canda's special meals so I can think more clearly and strategize for the postponed presentation.

That was the initial plan.

But somehow, I spent the rest of the day reviewing security protocols and briefing my team on Ana's arrival.

They knew the drill - keep an eye on her from a distance and make sure she wasn't being followed.

I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the papers in front of me. My mind kept wandering back to Ana. What was her story?

Earlier today she had been a little bit erratic and that was suspicious. What secrets was she hiding?

'Get a grip, Ben,' I muttered to myself. This was just a fake marriage, a business deal. Don't let it get personal.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. Focus, Ben.

Suddenly my phone rang. I checked the caller ID to see that it was my father, but my father never calls unless it was for something very important, like business.

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