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Stef walks into my room, where I have clothes spread all over the floor and the bed.

“What is going on in here?” he looks around, shocked at the chaos.

“I don’t know what to wear. I just—I want—"

He walks over to me, seeing how flustered I am.

“What’s bothering you? I’ve never seen you worked up over choosing what to wear? You always look incredible. What is different about today?”

I sigh, rolling my eyes at myself.

“Hey, talk to me, baby girl,” Stef insists.

“You’ve never invited me to meet any of your clients, and I just want to make a good impression for you,” I finally admit, feeling silly. I have been to thousands of meetings with my brothers and met thousands of clients and I have never felt this way before.

It just tells me something obvious.

It isn’t even the client I am wanting to impress—it’s Stef.

I want him to see me as someone capable and valuable in business.

I don’t want him to just view me as someone he is sexually attracted to and nothing more.

“Darya, don’t be silly, you could arrive in sweatpants and a hoodie, and you would look incredible.”

I roll my eyes again. “I most certainly would not do that,” I say, horrified.

“Come on, you are overthinking this. Get ready, we need to go.”

Stef leaves, clearly not understanding the dilemma a girl faces when nothing in her closet seems like the right fit for a certain situation.

I grab my gray wide-leg trousers, a soft cotton white blouse and a gray slim fit jacket along with my white stilettos.

Alright. This will do.

I rush downstairs, knowing that if I take any longer than this, I am going to make us late.

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Of course, when we arrive, Reina is there. I guess it is to be expected, seeing as she is the client liaison. I am getting tired of seeing her around Stef’s warehouses and office space. She has not been respectful towards me in any way and continues to very blatantly flirt with him.

Even now, in front of these new clients. Reina gushes over Stef as she leans towards him, her hands always on his body, when she addresses them.

“Stefy is the best in the business. You couldn’t be choosing a more suited person to handle your shipment needs,” she says proudly, as though it was him on display and not his service.

Stef shifts, looking uncomfortable with her unprofessional behavior. He nods towards the clients. “Let me take you on a walk around the warehouse so that you can see how your products will move. Our security is tight, and we pay a lot of attention to detail in order to save you costs and have your product arriving safe and on time.”

He steps away from Reina, towards me, and holds out his hand. “Come, walk with us,” he says, and I slip my hand into his and let him lead me.

Reina follows closely with a bitter look on her face, which I do my best to ignore. Since meeting her at the camp, I have seen her a number of times, and each time she seems to get more and more aggressive with her moves towards Stef.

I can’t figure out what her problem is and why she seems to have absolutely zero respect for the fact that we are married.

After the clients have left, having signed up for a series of shipments with Stef, we are all in good spirits.

“The staff should go and celebrate, Stef,” Reina says, making it clear that she means that I should not join.

“I can’t tonight, Darya and I have plans.”

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