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sparkling? They are! Those intense blue eyes have a light in them I haven’t seen before. Is this fun for him?
    I hate you . I really hate you, Cumberland .
    And if he isn’t going to fire me, then he cannot go back to England fast enough.

Chapter 3
    “Why haven’t you responded to my Pinterest pins? Or Connectivity posts?” my sister screams into the phone. “I have a wedding to plan and you are not helping like a maid of honor should!”
    I roll my eyes. Freaking fabulous. Bridezilla, AKA Michelle, is not getting married for another year yet is convinced we have to plan her wedding every day . I really think my sister is more prepared for this wedding than FEMA is for a natural disaster.
    “Michelle, this week has been really challenging at work. I have had to deal with William Cumberland and—”
    “The Connectivity guy. You have used that excuse like a million times, MK!” Michelle bellows.
    I twist my neck to relieve stress and decide to ignore that comment.
    “Well, he is leaving on Friday. I promise I will come up to Milwaukee on Saturday,” I say. Thank God he is leaving. I cannot wait for things to get back to normal at the office, which is impossible when Cumberland is around.
    “Fine,” Michelle says, sighing heavily. “But if you could just spare a single second from your precious career to reply to my posts, it would be really nice of you.”
    Good Lord. Did Pippa Middleton have to put up with this crap when Kate Middleton married Prince William? No, probably not. Kate seems like a rational human being, unlike Michelle.
    I indulge Michelle while working on my iPad. It is almost seven o’clock in the evening, and out of habit, I check my work email. Then I see I have just received one from William Cumberland.
    What ? Cumberland sent me a personal email?
    “Hey, Michelle, I need to run. I’ll see you on Saturday,” I say. Before she can protest, I disconnect the call. Then I click open the email:
    From: William Cumberland
    To: Mary-Kate Grant
    Subject: Full House
    Ms. Grant, I just completed my review of Episode 1 of the Full House DVD you so kindly ordered on my behalf. My assessment is that your name situation is quite favorable, considering the fact that your mother could have named you after the character DJ. Or Joey.
    WC
    I read it over and over. What the hell? William Cumberland seriously took time out of his day to watch freaking Full House and send me an email about it?
    He is doing this to annoy me.
    And it worked.
    I type back, as I will be dammed to let him have the last word.
    To: William Cumberland
    Subject: RE: Full House
    I find it hard to believe that a man who is running a worldwide media empire has the time to watch an episode of Full House . My guess is you just read the back of the DVD cover. At least I hope that is the case.
    MKG
    Then I hit ‘send’.
    And he replies right back.
    From: William Cumberland
    To: Mary-Kate Grant
    Subject: RE: Full House
    Running a media empire has given me vast multi-tasking skills, Ms. Grant. I am also certain the scene where Joey and Jesse try to change the nappy must have been an instant classic in American television in 1987.
    WC
    Oh my God .
    I am so exasperated I don’t even know how to respond. I click out of my email and put my iPad aside. What was the point of that exchange? Is William Cumberland emailing me about Full House just to irritate me? Seriously, I don’t know what to think about him.
    The door opens and Emily interrupts my thoughts. She throws her purse on the floor and dissolves into sobs.
    “D-D-Dan just broke up with me!” Emily manages to say. “H-He said we-we-were over b-b-b-because he doesn’t love me anymore!”
    I jump off the couch, and Emily throws herself into my arms.
    “Oh, Em,” I say, holding her tight. “I am so sorry. So sorry.”
    Emily bawls into my shoulder.
    I lead her back to the sofa and I sit with her as she cries. It is so painful to hear her cry like this because I know her heart feels