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“Romeo.”

“Oh my gosh, how did you know?”

“Because Romeo’s the only person we know who would love to be in a fashion show.”

“What are you trying to say, Skye? I’m not cool enough?”

“You are, but you would never do one.”

“True.” I hear the door opening behind me. “Uh-oh, got to go,” I say as I hang up quickly. I put the phone on the desk and look back. Liam is scowling at me.

“Were you just on the phone?”

“Um…”

“You were just on the phone, weren’t you?”

“I mean, if you already know the answer to the question, why are you asking me?”

“You're not meant to be taking personal calls while you’re at work.”

“Who says it was a personal call?” I say, rolling my eyes.

“Are you giving me sass?”

“I'm not giving you anything. Where's the laptop? What do you expect me to do? Just just sit here and twiddle my thumbs?”

“I expect you to think about how you're going to pass this typing test knowing that it’s very unlikely that you are going to be able to fulfill the requirements.”

“We both know that I'm not going to type two hundred words per minute.”

“So is this your way of telling me that you’re going to fail the test?”

“This is my way of telling you that I think it’s absolutely ridiculous that you’re going to have me take a typing test when we both know full well that I'm not going to be the fastest typer on God’s green earth.

“Okay.” He smirks. “So, you can’t type two hundred words per minute.”

I lick my lips. “There are many things that I can do well, but typing is not one of them. If you would like to fire me, then please, go ahead.”

“What, you’re not going to offer to blow me first?”

“You wish.”

He grins. “You know what? Maybe I kind of do, but now is not the time. Come on, let's go.”

“What do you mean, let’s go? Where are we going?”

“We are going to a meeting.”

“What meeting?

“You’ll see.”

“Um, am I meant to bring anything with me? I don’t even have the laptop.”

“No. For now, you’ll just sit there and observe.”

“So... that’s it?” I frown. “What about the typing test? What about?—”