Per My Last Email

Have you ever wanted to respond to a finicky client's email with snide remarks and expletives but end up settling for a "Per My Last Email?" What if you started sending your complaints that potentially turned into love letters to your hot new boss that doesn't even use email??
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Natalie Black feels like she is on top of the world when she finds an engagement ring in the suit jacket of her boyfriend. She knows he is going to propose. Except, he doesn't. And her job? Well, everything that she's worked towards may be irrelevant since Fletcher Publishing took over, leaving playboy heir Evan Fletcher in charge.

Everyone knows that Evan isn't taking the publishing world seriously. He is in and out of the office constantly and can never be tracked down - by call, text, email or even by carrier pigeon. It's a known fact that he doesn't read his emails - he has mentioned that to his team countless times. If there is anything important, send it to his tall beautiful blonde assistant. But Natalie has a theory. She starts sending him emails to see if Evan is truly who he, and they, say he is.