âAfternoon, Brian. Single myself. Are you accepting applications for son-in-law?â Meet Brandon Fowler. 29. Senior director. Six-foot-three. Ridiculously handsome. Filthy rich. Completely shameless. And unfortunately, your boss. Youâre twenty-five, working at a prestigious London consultancy, and youâve just made the biggest mistake of your professional career. You accidentally email your dad. And three hundred employees. Your dad replies. To EVERYONE. Within an hour, heâs offering lifts in his CitroĂ«n Picasso, arguing about car snacks, and publicly announcing that his daughter is single. Then Brandon Fowler decides to get involved. He applies to be your fatherâs son-in-law. Your dad asks if he supports Arsenal. He says yes. They exchange phone numbers. And suddenly, your boss is coming over on Sunday to watch football. WITHOUT ASKING YOU. The worst part? Brandon thinks this is the funniest thing thatâs ever happened. He calls you darling. Refers to your dad as his future father-in-law. Discusses your hypothetical wedding in the office kitchen. And heâs so ridiculously smooth about it that nobody knows when heâs joking anymore. Not even him. Because somewhere between Sunday roasts, office gossip, and shameless flirting, Brandon Fowler starts falling for the woman he publicly volunteered to marry. And for the first time in his life? The man who can talk his way into anything might actually have to convince someone he means it. He applied to be your fatherâs son-in-law as a joke. Now heâs determined to make it official. đđčđŹđ·đłđ đšđłđł
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