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LAYLA

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FRIDAY

"I guess we won't stop this."

My voice was barely a whisper. As soon as I let go of the words, my mind processed their dual meanings.

"No, we won't."

His tone was gruff and raspy. My chin is dangerously close to his lips. It's so close.

Wait, is that related to the head placement on his chest or Thompson Pharmaceutical's impending doom?

If I was indirect, he'd be willing to play harder.

"What are we going to do?"

He took a breath and then lowered his hands in a circle by my side. Disappointment? I can't be mad at him for not putting them around my waist.

"I don't know."

He whispers back. I nod a bit, but he can't really see me.

"Do you think it's wise to see Thompson?"

I drifted backward, peeking inside my office to avoid eye contact with him.

"It could backfire. Let's say he doesn't believe us. They bought shares. They signed the contract. There's nothing he could do."

"At least he'd have a fighting chance?"

I met his gaze for the second time. Green