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“You’re welcome.” He flashes me his dimpled smile and this guy looks a little redder than earlier but it made him look a little bit more attractive than he actually is. “Whatever mojo or charm you try to show me like how you try to magically lure those other women, it does not work on me.” I leaned over the table too. “So, you should stop it.” Harry chuckles under his throat, “There’s no mojo happening around here, love. I’m just naturally charming but I really appreciate the fact that you see it.” He winks at me.

Harry quietly took in the aroma of the food. He tried to appear indifferent, but his ears caught every sound from the kitchen—the sizzle of the frying pan, the clatter of plates, even Arabella’s light footsteps. A few minutes later, Arabella appeared with a plate in her hands. She placed it on the dining table before turning to pour a cup of black coffee. “It’s ready,” she said softly. Harry glanced at the breakfast on the table. The pancakes looked soft, drizzled with glistening honey. Scrambled eggs sat golden and fluffy on the side of the plate.

Harry, who has somehow appeared with two trays of food and zero context for our emotional beats, slides them onto the nearby table. "...Then I'll leave you two to your...comfort." After that, Harry walks away while muttering something about finding a real secretary support group online. I sit down while still half-smiling and look at the tray. There are grilled chicken, roasted vegetables and garlic rice on our plates. It's simple but surprisingly well-prepared. Marius is also sitting across from me in a casual and relaxed way as if he wasn't just being thoughtful in the most disarming way. "So..." he said while stabbing a piece of broccoli. "Is this the best lunch date you've had this week?

Brooklyn followed their gazes and her eyes landed on Harry. He was dressed in black ripped skinny jeans, a fitted dark green t-shirt and his blonde hair was pushed back messily, ends flicking out in random directions. His vibrant green eyes were staring straight at her and his face was blank. "What's the betting he heard all that?" Alice whispered and Sasha nudged her when her whispering didn't really count considering Harry was less than two meters away. "Rather high," Brooklyn murmured and Harry walked up to the desk the girls were sitting at and placed a pen in front of Brooklyn. Her pen.

He had black eyeliner on and silver glitter on his eyelids, without forgetting pink blush and gloss on his lips. “Your table is ready”, he told Harry, “the same bottle?” Harry nodded and took the stairs that took him to the VIP section, overlooking the lounge and the dancefloor. “Look who’s here!” a guy, wearing a white shirt and expensive watch around his wrist, put his arm around Harry’s shoulders and joined him at the table. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight”. “I don’t go around announcing my arrival, Jake”, Harry rolled his eyes and took a sip of his champagne.

I tapped my fingers lightly on the table, my gaze still on the window. “It’s been a while, Drew Jacobs.” I looked up immediately. Harry. He walked in like he owned the place, a small smirk on his face. I leaned back in my chair, resting my chin on my hand, my eyes fixed on him, unreadable. “Nice setup you have here,” he said casually, glancing around before taking a seat. “I don’t think you came here to talk about how good my office is,” I said flatly. “Why are you here, Harry?”

Lisa POV The study door sat partly open when I walked past it. I stopped after hearing James complain from inside. “I still don’t understand what I’m supposed to be looking for.” “You’re looking for overlap,” Harry replied. They didn’t notice me walking in. Papers covered the entire study table. Medical scans, prescription records, handwritten notes, and thick binders lay scattered everywhere. Harry looked wrecked like he was surviving on caffeine and no sleep. He sat in the middle of the mess wearing thin glasses I had never seen before. James sat across from him with folders spread open and frustration written all over his face.

“So here are the list of tables that haven’t been attended to yet. “ Hudson said handing a paper to me and I nodded and collected it. I collected the order of Table 5 and left the the kitchen carrying a tray with the food in it. I glanced at table 6 and saw the back of the man that looked so familiar but I just ignored it. I proceeded to table 5 and it was just a teenage girl and a guy who I presume to be her boyfriend. “Thank you” She smiled warmly at me. I smiled back and was about to leave when my phone started ringing. I dipped my phone into my pocket and brought out my phone. My eyes widened when I saw Harry’s name as the caller ID. My phone almost fell and I turned my back, expecting t

"I'm a reasonable man. Coffee ice cream for dessert, but you still need to eat a real meal." "Fine," Ariadne answers, unable to shake the feeling that this is defeat. It tastes just like it. How can she fight this man? How can she get out of here? Harry pulls out Ariadne's seat for her, fingers drumming along the soft, white velvet lining. "I hope you like lamb chops." Ariadne loves lamb chops. Most wolves do. It's the preferred red meat. But the way Harry says it. It sounds more like, 'I know you like lamb chops. I hired someone to investigate you, so I know everything about you.'

“Now I can’t say no to whatever you may demand.” “On Friday, after your grandpa is done sending me to cloud nine, I want you to help me pick the best clothes to make your ex hate me.” Harry grabbed my hand and kissed the back of my fingers. “My life and my sword are forever at your service, milady.” We were still laughing when I heard a group approaching our table from the doors, surely on their way to their own table. Harry looked up and flashed one of his poised smiles. “Hey, man,” he said to somebody behind me.