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PaigeHiya, Paige!The Henley and Stephenson team has been missing you! We got a couple projects in over the last few months that really could’ve benefited from that Bruno touch, and I’m thrilled to hear you’re starting to get back up to snuff. We would love to have you back on the team as soon as possible. When would you be able to start? And are there any accommodations you’d need to make this as easy as possible?Best,Chris HenleyCo-Owner, Henley and Stephenson.I read Chris’s email, then read it again to make completely sure I hadn’t missed a line at the end that told me he was joking and would see me when hell froze over. Slowly, a legitimate, wide smile grew on my face. I had my job back! I emailed him back right away—no need to play hard to get when he thought I was just sitting at home, severely ill—and said I’d be happy to jump into design meetings as needed, but I didn’t have a laptop with audio/visual capabilities, so I’d just be listening and typing in the chat for now.
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TommasoI looked at Paige for a long moment. The fire in her dark eyes hadn’t dimmed, but her mouth had thinned into a severe line. She wouldn’t be letting me weasel out this time, even though I had no better answer to give her.Despite that, I chuckled. Tom. That name didn’t belong to someone like me, raised from the womb for blood. It belonged to an accountant or, well, a graphic designer. Someone who kept normal hours and grilled steaks on the weekends for the wife and kids.She blinked. “What’s so funny?”“Nothing,” I said. “To your ques—”“No one calls you Tom, huh?” she asked.I couldn’t keep the smile from my lips. She was still such a puzzle to me, but she read me like a book. “No, no one else.”She crossed her arms. “No one? Ever?”I laughed. “My nona called me Tommy sometimes. That’s about it.”“You don’t look like a Tommaso to me.” She looked me up and down.My skin heated in the path of her gaze. “Well, you can call me whatever you like.”She pursed her lips. “You didn’t a
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