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Leah Remini, Vanessa Hudgens and Milo Ventimiglia also star in the Peter Segal-directed comedy, which is said to be in a similar vein to 1988 Oscar-winning movie Working Girl.
Jennifer's latest outing comes amid claims she and boyfriend Alex Rodriguez, 42, could be set to get engaged over the holiday period.
The power couple - who started dating in March - are said to be 'definitely' on the right course for marriage, and their children are even keen for them to tie the knot.
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