Please if you add this book to your reading list please make sure the you read "In Love With Best Friend Brother" this book is the continuation.
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When a fire ignites between two people, it's almost impossible to put out...
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The next morning I sat up straight, pen and paper in hand, ready and eager to find out what I would be working on for the next several weeks. The rest of the full-time staff fill the meeting room, our fearless editor, Ben at the helm, sweat stains under his white button-down and his brows furrowed in thought.
I sat in the back, attempting to blend in. I was the new guy and, from what I could tell, one of the youngest. The last thing I wanted was attention I thought perhaps I would get a small human interest story.
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Ben stood at the Whiteboard plastered with an old list, story ideas cross through or circle, new ideas written in red. He went down the list and started gathering input from the team. I stayed quiet I knew my place. I would build time before I would build a rapport with my co-workers and I didn't want to come in guns blazing on my first day. I caught time interest after winning the national award for the feature I did on Haitian adoptions, but no one here cared about that now. I was small fish in a massive ocean.
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The business editor, Sandra Han, sat next to me. She was tired looking Chinese American Woman in her late forties, with a thick black hair and no sense of aura about her. She gave me a hasty smile, and then she look back to her notepad dismissively, confirming what I already knew. Respect was earn here.
