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Again, I blinked back the shock. Liberty? It sounded too good to be true.

“Why?” I asked.

His lips pressed into a thin line. “It is a prerequisite for earning this firm a major deal.”

Something about his irritated voice told me he didn’t enjoy being questioned. Perhaps it was my moment to shine.

“You could find someone else to do it.”

“If I could I wouldn’t bother you,” his jaw ticked.

Bingo.

“Yet here you are,” the words left my lips before I realized.

Oops.

“You seem to be forgetting it’s a two-way thing,” His glare bore holes into my eyes. “You get to name your price. Any amount. And you also get to use the money for whatever.”

“…I’m sure you have needs.”

I did. I did have many needs. Perhaps this was an opportunity to repay my debts. All of my debts.

“I get to decide how much?”

He nodded.

“And it’s just for one day?”

He nodded again.

“Okay.”

Just one day.

Chapter Eight

Damien

After today, it’d all be over. The contract would belong to the firm in a couple of days. And I’d forget that this shenanigan with my assistant ever happened.

Glancing at my frame once again, I nodded in approval. My black suit was just how I liked it. Crisp and sleek.

The white inner was my perfect contrast. And the red tie was just the perfect length.

The end of my lips tugged into a frown. I wanted a black tie. The elegance and respect that came with it was unmatched.

But my assistant had to defy my reasoning after she’d asked about the dress code. And after calling me boring, here I was with a red tie.

Well, she didn’t directly call me boring. But the look in her honey brown eyes said it all.

I hated this. All of it. She was my best option for a one-time date compared to my other options, which were reputable models or wealthy businesswomen. Renee was the only one that boasted of a non-harmful after-effect.

She was a normal lady, that much I knew. I could easilybreak upwith her after the contract was signed. And there would be not much gossip, or far-fetched insinuation by the media considering her normal life. Plus, she didn’t seem like one that’d cling to me for popularity or even money.

I’d probably make a headline. But after a couple of weeks, it’d all die down and things would return to normal.

I’d return to being the ghost to the media.

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