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    Ste helped her into the car, grabbed her some yogurt and bottled water from a nearby shop, and after a few sips, Sandra felt better.


    “I can’t believe I scared that jerk off with just tongs!” Sandra cracked up, clearly proud of herself.


    Honestly? Ste found it pretty funny too.


    Sandra’s grin softened as she looked at her. “Sylvia, as long as you’re good, I’m good. But seeing William with Willow today—it pissed me off. It’s just so unfair to you.”


    Ste deserved better.


    Watching William hang around Willow all day left a sour taste in Sandra’s mouth.


    She remembered how everyone in the institute thought William and Sylvia were a thing back then. And now, all of a sudden, he had a fiancée?


    Sandra was done with him. As far as she was concerned, William wasn’t loyal. But Ste, hands on the wheel, just frowned. “Unfair to me? Why would you think that?”


    She didn’t feel that way at all.


    “Duh, everyone at theb thought you and William were a thing… until Willow showed up and wrecked the party!”


    Ste blinked, not expecting Sandra to be so wildly off-base. She immediately set the record straight. “William and I aren’t like that, Sandra. We’ve always just been coworkers. Willow’s not some kind of homewrecker.”


    She exined it as calmly as she could, but when she turned to look at Sandra, the girl was already slumped against the car windowpletely passed out, mouth wide open.


    Ste sighed, a wave of exasperation washing over her. She started the engine and drove Sandra home.


    The next day at theb, Sandra was a mess, holding her head and groaning like she’d just crawled out of a war zone. “I swear I’m never drinking that much again,” she moaned.


    Ste grinned. “Honestly? You were kind of awesome when you were drunk. You even had my back.”


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    Sandra blinked, confused.


    She looked totally nk—like the night before had been wiped from her memory.


    “Sylvia, what are you talking about? Did I do something yesterday?”


    Ste chuckled lightly. She decided not to bring up the incident.


    “Nothing. I was just talking nonsense.”


    But Sandra wasn’t buying it. She kept pressing Ste for details. Before Ste could answer, a knock came at theb door.


    Paul poked his head in, scanning the room until he spotted her. “Sylvia, got a second? Need to talk.”


    Ste set down her notes and followed him out.


    “Mr. Hoffman, what’s this about?” Ste asked once they were outside.


    Paul didn’t answer right away. Instead, he gave her a long look. “Let’s talk in my office.”


    Ste’s brows drew together. Why so serious?


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