Chapter 18

"Wait, pictures? For this arrangement?" Emily repeated, feeling slightly lost.

Oliver just nodded. "Yeah, photoshopped images. Jason's a whiz at that stuff," he mentioned, almost as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world.

"Photoshopped?" Emily couldn't hide her surprise. She was okay with it, but it was certainly not what she had expected. She had imagined they'd stage the pictures through some mock dates or something.

Oliver shrugged casually, taking a sip of his drink. "Hey, I didn't realize you were thinking along those lines. Actual dates? That's a bit time-consuming, don't you think?"

"Sir," she started, trying to keep a lid on her frustration, "it's just that a little heads-up would have been nice."

Taking a deep breath, she resigned herself to the situation. She knew her role as Oliver's secretary often required quick acceptance of unforeseen changes.

"Okay, I get it," she replied, masking her emotions with composure. “So, Sir Jason knows about it?”

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