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AIDEN

03/60

FRIDAY.

"Where the fuck have you been? I phoned your secretary, and she said you were out, which isn't vague as hell. I may have panned out in a booth with her, too."

I grunted, drawing a bottle of scotch.

Andrew slammed the door, slumping on my couch, motioning for glass as well.

"I told you I've got a new project."

"One that involves the Dean girl. Don't you hate each other?"

I tasted my lower lip. "We do."

"Yet you're working with her?"

"Yes Drew, I'm getting half a million. If it means putting up with her, then sure."

He whistles lowly.

"She's a work of art, that girl."

I chuckle.

"Like you haven't thought of it."

He quips. Both of us are laughing now.

"Ironically, she just finished spitting in my face—all about her never-ending hatred."

"Aw come on, no one can resist the Smith charm."

"We don't fit Drew, drop it."

I glid the bottle over to his end.

"Anyway, it's Friday. No work for the weekend. How about you and I hit that club? I bet anything you h