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Well… Your funeral, not mine.

Sean only nodded. “She’s coming,” Jim said, pointing his thumb at Silvia. “Of course. Jo?” The girl looked up from her phone with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, but Fay scheduled dinner with the money for my project for next Thursday. Can’t push it anymore.” Silvia turned to Jim, frowning slightly. Had she gotten it right? Had they just signed her in for a public event with Jim? One of those with red carpet, cameras and fans screaming on the street? Were they all out of their damned minds?