A Night in Vegas
Jones looked as taken back as I felt, turning back to address Ethan—“This might actually be salvageable. The Board of Directors called an emergency meeting upon seeing you two ‘Break the Internet,’ they think she’s a corporate spy or gold digger.”
Ethan took a calm step forward and placed a possessive hand on the small of my back, “She’s my wife Jones, tell the board I’m going to freshen up and hopefully have a double espresso, the meeting can wait till then.”
"Oh the Board isn't your major problem," Jones said, stepping aside to reveal a guarded black SUV with tinted windows. "Your father is in the car. And he’s already drafted the annulment papers."
Ethan’s grip tightened.
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