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Taking her to the Spring Gala

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-08-24 23:22:04

Adrian’s eyes meet mine, the smirk on his lips disappearing as he sees the smirk on mine.

My smile widens.

Different things make Adrian and I happy. And the good Lord knows that the same situation elicit different reactions from us.

Toby drops my briefcase and leaves my office, the door closing with a soft snap behind him.

“Mr. Cozen. Good morning.” Kael stands from the couch and nods at me.

I nod back, “I’ve got excellent news, Kael. Have your seat.”

I go to the couch at the head of the table
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