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“Blue—”

“Maybe because my energy drinks keep disappearing.”

“Don’t lie to me. Something else is clearly bothering you.”

“Why should I tell you?”

“Try me.”

I sigh. “I have to go to this business dinner. And I don’t feel good. But they’re important business partners. And before you even think about it, you can’t come.”

“Who said I wanted to?”

“Fine.” I shrug on my coat.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Absolutely not.” The last thing I need is for him to tag along and witness everything. I can handle this myself fine.

“Why not?”

“Because it’s none of your business.”

“I want to make it my business.” He takes a step closer, invading my personal space, and the subtle scent of his cologne fills my senses.

“Well, you can’t. End of discussion.”

I grab my things and head for the door, determined to end this conversation. But Connor blocks my path.

“Move, please.”

He doesn’t budge. “Not until you tell me what’s really going on with this dinner.”

“It’s none of your concern.”

“You’re clearly upset about it. Let me help.”

“I’ll tell you if you give me back my stash.” Gosh, I sound like a drug addict.

“No can do.”

“Seems like we both don’t get what we want then. Step aside.”

His jaw tightens, but he steps away from the door, and I brush past him.

Why does he have to be such a pain in the ass sometimes?! Why couldn’t he just accept my answer and leave me alone? He’s better off not knowing just how much I have to degrade myself to succeed in this world. Some things are better left unsaid.

Let’s get this dinner over with.

The restaurant exudes luxury. Marble floors gleam under soft lighting, while muted voices create an air of exclusivity. Only the best.

Seated at our regular table, three middle-aged professionals, successful lawyers, dressed to perfection, set their whiskey glasses aside as they see me approach.

“Mary! So glad you could make it.” Mr. Stanton, the eldest of the trio and lead attorney, takes my hand and holds it a beat too long. The others echo his sentiment, their eager eyes raking over me.

“Don’t you look lovely this evening,” Mr. Fort says.

“Thank you.”

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