Chapter 17 A Little Help From a Friend

Gigi's POV

Laura caught me at the bottom of the west-wing stairs. Her eyes went to my hair, then my skirt. I looked down. One pleat had folded backward, a cuff was gray with mat dust, and my bun had surrendered half its contents.

“Rough shift?” she asked.

“Something like that.”

“You know Mr. Ell...

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