My mojo
he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Mr. James," Bisila said flatly, her smirk returning. "You think that disguise was fooling anyone? The second they started talking about Andrew James Jr., I knew."
"Guess I’m not as good at disguises as I thought," he admitted.
"Nope. So what do you want?"
"I need someone tough and clever. I’ve been watching you for a while, and I think you’d be perfect to work for my son’s wife as her caretaker."
“Caregiver? You think I’m cut out for that?” Bisila laughed. “I cause trouble wherever I go.”
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