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“You never curled your hair for me?”

“That’s because you wouldn’t notice even if I did. Can you concentrate for two minutes here.”

“I didn’t notice you curled your hair today?”

“Oh my god.” She sighs. “You’re exhausting, do you know that?”

I go to the coffee machine and begin making our coffee. “I have been told that a few times.”

“You’re also disgusting.”

“Got to admit.” I smirk as I sip my coffee. “Disgustingly exhausting is high on my rotation.”

“Please….” She goes back to reading. “This afternoon you have a final meeting….”

“Why would someone wear a push-up bra to work…I wonder?” I ask.

Her eyes rise to meet mine. “Why would someone even notice that?”

“Some people notice everything.” I pass the cup of coffee to her.

“Well.” She takes a sip. “Some people are nosey parkers who need to mind their own business.”

“What’s her name?”

“Who?” She frowns.

“Your lunch date.”

“Oh my god. It’s not a lunch date, I’m having lunch with a friend.” She picks up her folder. “Get to work, Mr. Ferrara.”

“You get to work, Miss Porter.”

“I am.”

“Good.” I widen my eyes and point to the door. “Go now.”

“I am.”

12.15 p.m.

I walk out the front door of the Ferrara Media building and straight over to my car where Mark is waiting. “Hide the car,” I tell him.

“What?” He frowns. “Why?”

“There’s been a change of plans.”

“Like what?”

“Grace is going on a lunch date.”

He chuckles.

“I fail to see the humor. Hide the fucking car.”

“Why?”

“Because we are spying on her…why do you think?”

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