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She stops scrolling and gives me a stern look.

“Would I be here if I knew?”

“No, seriously…” I say,

“Seriously. I don’t know.”

Her eyes are back to the screen, and so are her fingers.

“Some billionaire,” she says in derision. “What else would you like to know? Have you looked at them?”

I’ve looked at them, but I don’t know how to interpret her words.

She’s frustrated. I can see that. But why would she be so annoyed that her stalker is a billionaire?

What am I talking about?

David Moore is a billionaire as well.

Life is hard even without the billionaires.

“You don’t want to talk to him…” I say mainly to myself.

“You think?”

“Why?”

There’s a video of a cat on the internet dubbed with a human voice that says ‘why?’ the way I said it.

Open mouth. Sounding a little brattish.

Usually, we laugh about it, but she’s prickly like a hedgehog, so there's no way she’s in the mood for that.

She gives me a death glare, and I keep my mouth shut.

Her focus goes back to her phone, and I notice the tension in her grip.

“Fuck. It’s taking them half an hour, and the driver can’t even confirm our ride,” she says.

“We can wait.”

“Someone in the house will find us here, waiting.”

“We’ll tell them we’re waiting for a car.”

“The whole point was to be inconspicuous.”

“We are. No one will pay attention to us. Trust me.”

I barely finish saying that, and the main door opens, and two men push through.

My heart stops for a moment.

James Sexton and David Moore walk out the door, talking to each other.

James notices us first.

“What’s going on?” he asks, looking at me.

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