CHAPTER 22: The Double Agent"You are wearing red again."Atticus leaned against the doorframe of our walk-in closet, arms crossed over his chest. He was fully dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, looking like James Bond if James Bond had a caffeine addiction."It's 'Montefalco Crimson'," I corrected, zipping up the side of my dress. It was a structured, off-shoulder gown that screamed power. "Company colors, Atticus. Supportahan mo naman ako.""I support you," Atticus grumbled, walking over to help me with the zipper (sanay na siya ngayon, wala nang awkwardness). "But I hate that you are walking into the Asian Business Summit representing him.""I'm not representing him. I'm representing myself. Creative Director ako, remember?"Humarap ako sa kanya. I fixed his bowtie."Look," I said softly, s
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