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My neck hurt from being on my computer all morning. I was wound tightly from seeing what awaited me in my email and I didn’t know how the hell I was going to respond to it.

Last night I watched them through the glass. It was always hard to see exactly what was on the other side, but I felt their gaze. I wanted them to be in the room with me and I had never had such a visceral reaction to a couple before. It worried me.

So instead of responding, I threw myself into work trying to distract myself from the email that was burning a hole on my computer. My phone rang and I smiled.

“Hello,” I said in a sultry voice.

“Genevieve,” my friend Vincent purred. “Did you get my email?”

Of course he would need me to look at my damn email.

“Not, yet, I’ve been working on some accounting,” I said.

Not a total lie.

“That apartment property has come for sale again and I was wondering if you wanted it.” he said, and I knew immediately which property he was asking about.

“Yes, how much?” I almost squealed.

“Look at the email.”

“Oh, just tell me Vincent,” I said, delaying opening my email.

“Half a million,” he said, and I flinched.

“Damn them,” I cursed. “That seems to be way overvalued.”

“Yeah, but there has been some interest and I think they are hoping to get as close to that as possible,” Vincent said, as I heard the keys to his keyboard clacking.

“They have had interest for years, why now?” I reluctantly went into my emails hoping to stay away from that email, but her name was the first thing I saw.

Camila Malone.

I took a deep breath, clicking on the email Vincent had sent me.

“I think they might be panicking because they don’t know how the market is going to behave in the next year, but if they were smart they would sit on it,” Vincent said. “I think you can put in a bid for four hundred and see where that gets you.”

“What if someone bids half a million?” I looked over the information he sent.

“I doubt it. I think if you get closer to it, it will still be worth it in the long run and I might send people your way,” he said.

“My way?” I was intrigued.

“Lincoln and I might purchase the hockey team. We will most likely have to scrap the entire team and if we have to bring in new people, we can suggest your apartments,” he said, as he stopped clicking away.

“A hockey team?” I scrunched my nose thinking about my friend who played hockey. “Don’t you have any other ideas for how to spend your money?”

He chuckled. “They are going under and sales and attendance are bad. I think it would be a good investment.”

“Only you would think a sports team would be a good investment,” I laughed.

“I mean, why not? If we revamp the team and give it the TLC it needs, possibly bring home a cup, we might be able to sell it for a nice profit,” he said. “Lincoln thinks it’s a good investment and I agree.”

“Well, I’ll think about the apartment,” I said, closing the email before I saw her name again.

“How was newbie night?” Vincent asked. “Did you see Luke and Camila there?”

“Yeah, they were there,” I said, keeping my voice even.

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