Mine Alone
The image flashed again, the neat stacks of money sitting inside my purse like it was nothing.
Like I was nothing.
My jaw clenched again.
“No,” I muttered under my breath. “I’m not doing this.”
The elevator dinged open, and I stepped out, forcing myself to move like everything was fine.
Training was already in session when I walked in.
Smith glanced at me, but he didn’t say anything. Just gave a small nod and continued.
I joined in, trying to focus.
But my mind kept slipping back to him; the note, the breakfast, and the money.
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