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king me with a dull ache across my lower back. I op

d navy business suit laid out on the bench,

mp. Arthur is waiting

icked up my phone from the marble vanity. The scr

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g her left hand awkwardly against her chest so the oversized diamond ring caught the camera fla

ark at the base of my throat. They thought they were standing on top of the world, completely unaware that

a quiet downtown café. My best friend, Harper Sullivan, was already sitt

ank God yo

e onto the table, point

shame! How dare that spinele

m her and took a sip

I already cashed my twenty-fi

arper's eyes went wide before she slapped the table and

my glass, took a slow breath,

one more thing I

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cup wobbled in her grip, splash

what?

gned the papers at City

louse down half an inch, ex

reath, staring at me as if

adoptive father? The bill

pulling my collar back up. "But legal

tting out a muffled shriek that made the barista look over.

two days, a genuine sm

ng at my collarbone. "If it's just a PR contract, what is t

ept up

t. He had too much S

captain in the NHL lost control over a contract br

ion I had been avoiding all morning.

ave to report to the archi

up and hugg

em, Mrs.

lked briskly toward the glass skys