By: Lexie599

Christina’s fingertips were white, and she realized that she’d stopped breathing. She got up without grace, and walked to the receptionist’s desk. Her boss had her on the hunt for a very important package―one that, if not received today, made her fear what the rest of the day was going to be like. Knowing Paloma, even though it wasn’t her fault, she would be treated as if it was.

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