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Each raindrop that poured down from the steely sky felt like a blade on Claire’s exposed skin, and for the first time in her life, she wished she’d left her Louboutins in her closed at home for something more sensible. Still surefooted as an Icelandic pony, the redhead sprinted across the street into the nearest building, her papery lavender blouse plastered to her body.
Some vacation this was. According to Masrani, she took time off so rarely that it had built up to an unmanageable amount, thus making it mandatory for her to leave her beloved job for a week . To “do some soul searching” the tycoon had put it. As far as Claire was concerned, her heart and soul were at the park, and that was where they were going to stay no matter how long Simon wanted her to stay away.
Then again, she wasn’t exactly having a relaxing break. Sighing morosely, she sat down next to a stranger and began to wring out her hair in her handkerchief. She hoped Masrani was happy.