CLAY'S POVPicking up my phone again, I scrolled through my contacts until I found a name I hadn't thought about in a week.Jodie.She answered on the first ring, her voice a sharp contrast to the silence of my office.“Well, look who finally remembered I exist,” she chirped, her smile stretching into her voice. “I was actually just about to call you, Clay. You owe me a date, or did you forget?”I leaned back, my eyes hardening as I stared at the the shattered mess of the phone on the floor. An assistant would've cleaned it and saved me the displeasure of cleaning up the evidence of my loss of control.But I knew I couldn't do assistants if I wanted to keep my real image hidden. You can never trust anybody, and “uncovering Owen Grayson” was always a trending topic in the country.“I didn't forget, sweetheart. I was just waiting for the right moment. It seems our minds work alike.”Jodie giggled, a high, light sound that lacked Anyta’s smoky depth but still filled the void in the room.
Last Updated : 2026-03-10
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