Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire
"So let me get this straight," Annie said, flopping dramatically into the office chair with the kind of flair only she could pull off. "We're about to spend the afternoon watching security footage to track down a suspicious car. Basically, we've turned into TV detectives."
"It's not exactly like that, Annie," I said, while Marcus set up the computer with the footage his contact at the security company had managed to get us.
"No, it's exactly like that," she insisted, spinning lazily in her chair like a kid. "All we're missing is bad coffee in styrofoam cups and stale donuts. Marcus, please tell me you brought donuts."
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