NAKED LIES OF THE BILLIONAIRE
“And I want you to follow him there.”
I paused, then let out a small, confused chuckle, thinking I must have heard wrong.
“I should follow him?” I repeated, eyebrows knitting together as I leaned against the wall.
“Did I stutter?” she shot back instantly, her tone sharp enough to cut through any doubt.
I let out another laugh, this one a little more uneasy.
“How exactly do you expect me to do that?” I asked, pacing slowly now, running a hand through my damp hair.
“And when you get there,” she continued, completely ignoring my question, “I’ll need a videotape of their interactions.”
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