A Night with The Crazy CEO
“Goodness, Mr. Adrian. You really need to work on your trust issues. Why on earth would I plot against you? What could I possibly gain?”
“Maybe you despise me and want to be rid of me,” he suggested, his tone laced with sarcasm.
“I may not be your biggest fan, but that doesn’t mean I want you dead,” I retorted, unable to help the sharpness in my voice. “And for the record, I was talking to my best friend. You must’ve heard me say ‘Hey, bestie.’”
“Oh, so it was your best friend,” he said, trailing off awkwardly as if the situation had suddenly turned uncomfortable.
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