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“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Getting Henley’s passport.”

“Why?”

“He’s going to Dubai tonight.”

“He’s not going to Dubai alone,” I snap, infuriated.

“He won’t be alone. I’m going with him.”

Chapter 28

“What?” I step back from her in shock. I can’t have heard that right. “What are you talking about?” I snap, infuriated. “Henley can’t go anywhere. He has a funeral to plan.”

Jenny rolls her eyes in an overexaggerated way. “If you knew him at all, you would know that his father didn’t want a funeral.”

Her sarcastic tone lights a fire in my temper, and I lose all control and point to the door. “Get out.”

“What?”

“Get out of this fucking house before I call the police on you for trespassing.”

“You cannot call the police on me,” she scoffs. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What I should have done a long time ago: exposing you for the nasty piece of work you are.”

“Go to hell,” she fires back. “You think you are so important, but we all know that you’ll be gone soon.”

“Henley is grieving, and at a time like this he needs support, not to be talked into ridiculous travel plans.”

“He wants to go to Dubai,” she spits. “Working is his happy place.”

“Working is not his happy place,” I yell, infuriated. “He needs time to process his loss. Get off his back about work.”

Fuck this bitch.

She rolls her eyes. “You know nothing about this situation.” She marches past me and out the front door.

“Oh yeah, Jenny. That’s not entirely true,” I call after her. “I know you need to look for a new job.”

She glares at me and gets into her car, and I slam the front door in fury.

You are so getting fired . . . stupid bitch.

Ugh!

I am infuriated.

I wait for her to drive away, and I storm over to my house to get my phone. I call Henley.

Ring, ring . . . ring, ring . . . ring, ring . . .

“You’ve reached Henley James. Leave a message.”

“Damn it, Henley.” My heart is racing. He wouldn’t leave for Dubai tonight, would he?

Surely not?

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