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This weeks words: cashmere, grief, upwards
“Right, Ellie, take the day off
today,” Jasper instructed, suddenly decisive. “I’ll go talk to Petersson, stop
any rumours trickling upward and give him some grief about putting you in an
undercover situation unprotected.”
My face fell, I didn’t want Jasper facing off against Petersson. Even though Jasper was right. Especially as Jasper was right. I should have cleared it with him first, both as my boss and confidant, but I wanted Petersson to think well of me. Stupid.
I wanted to protest coherently, but the cashmere softness of my fluffy blanket lured me.
“I’ll call, later,” Jasper promised.
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