The office air went from celebratory to toxic in the space of that single, shouted syllable: "You! You are Miss Grayson?"The Governor, Laim London, and his son, Robin London, stared between me and the distraught woman, who I now knew was Ivy London.Robin London looked at his wife, confused. “Oh, you know her, honey?”I closed my eyes, preparing to launch into my pre-planned defense of corporate discipline, but Ivy spoke first, her mind working furiously.“Oh, no... No, not much,” Ivy stammered, her gaze locking onto my handbag. “We only passed each other at a… ahm, shopping, yes. When I was shopping, she bought the bag I was looking forward to buying. They only have two or five in the world.” She pointed weakly at my designer bag.I was genuinely shocked. She had instinctively chosen a lie that involved luxury competition rather than sexual scandal.“Oh, is that so? Hope you didn't get on each other's bad side, seeing you girls love rare expensive things,” Robin said, seemingly reli
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