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She sounds like she means it too—and that pleases me, though I’m not sure why.

When the greetings are done, I lead her to her room in silence—since that is the easiest way for us not to upset the stupid dog.

“Be in the kitchen in ten minutes,” I say after I open the guestroom door for her.

“Wow. I get a whole nine minutes to settle into a new place. How generous.”

“Fine,” I grit out. “Make it twenty minutes. You can find the kitchen, right?”

She nods.

I’m a little skeptical, but if I voice that, a fight is bound to ensue.

I turn to leave, but Colossus doesn’t follow.

Traitor.

Fuck. What am I thinking? It’s a good thing the dog wants to spend time with his trainer.

Not to mention, if anyone can show her where the kitchen is, it’s him.

CHAPTER 7

LILLY

I put down the box and the bag.

Damn.

Seeing my possessions sprawled out around the luxurious room really hits home the mind-boggling fact that I’ve moved into my nemesis’s mansion.

If someone had told me this yesterday, I wouldn’t have believed it. I would’ve claimed that I’m incorruptible—that no matter how much money he’d throw at me, I’d stick to my guns.

Turns out, all it takes to wear me down is enough money to purchase a purebred dog on a daily basis.

Whatever. I’m here, so I might as well make myself comfortable.

The problem with that is that it took me years of careful consideration to decide the optimal place for each my things back at my small shithole. There’s no way in hell I can replicate such a feat here in the measly twenty minutes I’ve been allowed.

Before I can panic, I remind myself that my priority are the things I’ll need on a daily basis—like my clothes. I can find a good spot for the video games at my leisure—assuming Bruce allows me any.

I scan the room. There’s a dresser and a closet, but at home, I only had the latter.

Where should my clothes go?

I pull out my laptop and start a pros and cons spreadsheet for the dresser option.

In the pros row, I put the fact that all of my stuff is foldable. In the same row, I add that a dresser is a luxury I didn’t have back home, so it might be nice to utilize one.

On the cons side: my stuff could get creases.

Jumping back to the pros: a dresser is closer to the bed, so it would be faster to take things out in the morning.

Wait, there’s a con I mustn’t forget: the closet will let things keep their shape.

Hmm. There was that moth that time in my old room, but I’m not sure if they’re more likely to eat things in the dresser or in the closet.

My phone beeps.

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