The Billionaire's Wife
I walked in, taking a seat at the counter, and Alex greeted me with a warm smile.
"The usual?" he asked, and I nodded. He expertly mixed together a glass of lemonade, adding just the right amount of sugar and ice. He slid the glass across the counter to me, and I took a sip, feeling the cool liquid wash down my throat.
As I sat there, sipping my lemonade, my mind kept wandering back to Bridgette's phone. I was determined to figure out the password, but so far, I had come up empty. I tried a few different combinations, but none of them worked.
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