Tommy just didn't get it. He really didn't.
"Don't mention what happened today to anyone," Evan Fairchild instructed in a low voice.
"Yes, sir!"
"Especially not Master Rockwell!"
"Yes, sir!"
After giving his instructions, Evan Fairchild tidied his desk, stood up, and left.
"He's leaving for the day?" Tommy stared at the now-empty office, bewildered.
'He's really calling it a day? This feels too good to be true!'
'Who in the world was that angel on the phone with President Fairchild!'
'A single phone call saved us all from disaster!'
He had a feeling President Fairchild had been waiting for that woman's call.
The memory of him fishing a business card out of the trash surfaced in Tommy's mind.
'Was she the one who threw away President Fairchild's business card?'
'Could it be? President Fairchild—a man constantly in the tabloids, rumored to have more girlfriends than outfits, but who's in reality completely immune to the opposite sex—has fallen in love?!'
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