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    After looking at the long list of dessert ingredients, most of them with unpronounceable names, Abby had a better understanding of why they tasted so terrible. When prompted, the chef had given her a too-technical explanation of the ingredients.
    From what Abby had gathered, the recipe development issues were related to making the desserts suitable for dieters, ensuring that they were shelf-stable, and creating a final product that looked delicious. The discussion sparked an idea that she wasn’t quite ready to share with Chef Laurent. But she jotted down some notes so she could put together a rough sketch of her idea to present to Mr. Blake.
    Abby was suddenly grateful for her years of administrative work. Her vast experience creating countless reports, proposals, and expense reports for various executives would come in handy as she organized her notes. Spinning away from the window and toward her computer, she decided now was as good a time as any to organize her ideas. But first, she wanted to check her email.
    There was a company-wide message from HR announcing Abby’s addition to the product team, followed by several “Welcome to Blake Foods” type of messages that she answered with short and sweet “Thank You” replies. There was an email from Tom Parker with some additional information she had requested during their meeting. There was also a message from Martha.
    Subject: Dinner Meeting
    Hi Abby,
    I hope you’re having a wondering first day on the job! I wanted to let you know that something’s come up and I won’t be able to join you and Stephen for dinner. Parking is terrible near Gordon’s, so feel free to catch a cab and put the cost on your expense report. Have a good time!
    Warm Regards,
    Martha
    Abby’s heart skipped a beat and a cool sweat broke out on her forehead. She wasn’t sure if she was excited, terrified, or a little of both. A few weeks ago, a private dinner with Mr. Blake at one of the most exclusive restaurants in the city would have been a dream come true. But now, things were different. Stephen Blake was no longer a fantasy image on a magazine cover; he was her boss.
    Even though their dinner wasn’t a date, Abby wished she had time to go home and change into one of the sexy dresses that Lois Carlyle had picked out for her. But if she wanted to present her ideas to Mr. Blake that night, she’d have to make do with the well-fitting, yet somewhat conservative, pantsuit she had worn for her first day on the job.
    A knock on her open office door interrupted her thoughts. Jenna popped her head in. “Sorry to interrupt. I wanted to ask if there was anything I could do for you before I head home in an hour or so.”
    Abby motioned for her to come in. “Actually, I could use some help preparing for my dinner with Mr. Blake. How are you with spreadsheets and graphs?”
    Jenna smiled. “Better than average.”
    “I was hoping you’d say that! Pull up a chair and I’ll show you what I was thinking.”

Chapter 5
    A bby was running late. Even with Jenna’s help, it had taken longer than expected to turn her ideas into a rough yet coherent proposal. She was pleased with the folder filled with notes and sketches and was hoping that, once he saw it, Stephen would overlook her tardiness.
    Pulling the stretchy band from her hair, she released her makeshift bun and let her blond curls fall around her shoulders. After finger-combing her locks, she powdered her face, applied a fresh coat of strawberry lip gloss, and rushed from the building. Catching a cab proved to be easier than Abby expected, but she still didn’t make it to the restaurant until almost 6:30pm.
    “I’m so sorry I’m late!” she exclaimed when the hostess led her to Stephen’s table. He stood as she approached and, for a moment, Abby thought he was mad and getting ready to leave. Then it dawned on her that he was just being a gentleman. Once she sat down, he did, too.