DorianI turned away to take the call. “What?” “Hey, is your secretary’s husband called Valentin Egoton?” asked Alfred. I glanced at Charisse who was folding the pink dress, a big smile plastered on her face, and muttered quietly, “Yes. Why?” “He made a reservation for two at Saul’s tomorrow night.” I stepped out of earshot as the restaurateur continued, “He asked for a live quartet and some special decor for his table—.”My jaw clenched in frustration. “And you’re telling me this because?” “That’s a bit too extravagant for a birthday celebration, don’t you think?” I kneaded my forehead to stop myself from yelling at him. “Still don’t get your point.” His tongue clicked in disbelief. “He’s gonna propose, man!”I sighed, holding my temples. “Still don’t get why you’re telling me this—.” “Dude, the name of the woman he gave us isn’t Charisse!” I spun around to take a good look at the amazing woman striding back to her desk, unconsciously flaunting assets she wasn’t aware she ha
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