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“So, she is staying and working for us?” Parker asked.

“She’s still thinking about it.” I leaned back in my chair.

“And you think by buying her a new car, she’ll stay?”

“Even if she doesn’t, I can sell it. But she needs something to drive while she’s here.”

“What about your car? Not the one Ollie drives you in, your other car,” Julian said. “Just let her use that one temporarily until she decides.”

“Nah. Come on.” I stood from my chair and grabbed my suit coat.

“As much as I would love to go, I can’t. I have to be in court in an hour,” Parker said.

Ollie drove Julian and me to the Audi dealership, where I purchased a brand-new white Audi A5 Cabriolet with a dark blue interior.

“Thank you, Mr. Hamilton. We’ll get the car cleaned up and delivered to your home this afternoon,” Mark, the sales associate, said.

“Thank you, Mark. It was a pleasure doing business with you.” I shook his hand.

Julian and I climbed into the back of the Escalade.

“I can’t believe you bought her a car.” Julian shook his head. “You’re in love with her, hoping that car will seal the deal and make her stay. You can’t fool me, brother. I know you too well. I just don’t want to see you get hurt.” He placed his hand on my shoulder. “I like Morgan. I really do. But something tells me that she won’t settle down in one place, and you’ll get hurt. I don’t want to see that happen. She’s the female version of us, bro.”

I stared out the window, listening to what my brother had to say. He was right. I hoped she’d officially stay and work for the firm once she saw the car. The thought of her leaving Los Angeles scared the shit out of me.

CHAPTER 26

Morgan

I entered the West Village building and took the elevator to the fourth floor, where Katherine Mallory Designs was. When the doors opened, Katherine stood there with a surprised expression.

“Morgan?”

“Katherine.” I smiled. “I was just coming to see you. Do you have a few minutes?”

“Yes. Of course. Let’s go to my office.”

I followed her down the hall to a corner office made up of glass.

“Have a seat.” She gestured. “What brings you by?”

“Do you know this woman?” I pulled up the picture of Nina on my phone and handed it to her.

“That’s Nina. She used to work for me. I had to fire her about eight months ago.”

“Why did you fire her?”

“Her designs were unoriginal, and she struggled to meet deadlines.”

“Why did you hire her in the first place?” I asked.

“She started as an intern. Although I saw no promise in her as a designer, I gave her a position anyway because I felt sorry for her.”

“Why?” My brows furrowed.

“Her mother had just passed, her boyfriend broke up with her, and she was in a lot of debt. She came into my office one day, sat in the chair you’re sitting in, and sobbed for an hour. So, I gave her a full-time position to help her out. When things didn’t work out, I had no choice but to let her go.”

“Did she know about your new line?”

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