Page 81 of Our Best Friends Wedding
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Adrien looks at his office door.
I stand up and pace the office.
“Sara.” He tries to walk over to me, but I change direction.
“Well, everyone in the office thought you were sleeping with each other. Can’t really blame them. I mean, she is totally your type.”
“Sara, we both know the only woman who is truly my type is you.”
“Yeah.” It’s all I can muster. “Look, I'm going to work from home for the rest of the afternoon.”
I pick up my phone off the glass coffee table and walk out of his office.
