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About 30 minutes later, people were eating and drinking, talking about how good the food was.
“This is amazing,” one of his coworkers said. “You guys really went all out.”
She’s really good at this stuff.”
Every few minutes, he’d shout across the room:
“Babe, more napkins!” Or “Babe, can you refill the chips?” Or “Babe, the dip’s low!”
Maria and her coworker quietly handled everything while I sat and watched.
Then the doorbell rang.
Without even looking at me, Jason snapped his fingers. “Can you get that?”
I stayed on the couch.
“Not this time, babe,” I said, smiling. “You should get it.
He frowned. “What surprise?”
“Go open it.”
He sighed and stomped to the door.
He opened it.
His whole face changed.
Standing there were three people:
A man in a suit, holding a folder.
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