As always, she pretends to take a bite of asparagus and chews slowly.
Sahara pours a glass of red wine, takes a sip, and says, “What do you think of my gladiators, Zoe?” I straighten in my chair stiffly and take a sip of my own drink. “I think that you’re a great businesswoman,” I say diplomatically. I don’t know why she’s asking me, but I refuse to give away too much information.
Sahara is a very volatile woman. She can make my life hell if she feels that I slighted her in some way. Either way, what happened between Azazel and me is pointless to discuss, considering it ended as soon as it started. No, when it comes to
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