Con Artist
I shrugged my shoulders and drank my water.
"How?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest and I sighed getting up.
"Besides your obvious attempts of getting his attention while you were dancing, alone, Nicholas Carello, son of Frank and Joanna Carello, the millionaire playboy and well let's face it, mommy's boy too," I shrugged and scratched my neck as I tried to remember the rest.
"When I was still working for this fucked up business, I was basically required to study all of this man's parents friends and business partners, the Carello's were unfortunately part of that long depressing list which I still remember to this day," unfortunately, I remember everything.
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