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Nice Jah, he was the worst She didn’t trust hiaht he even existed When she was always expecting hiood It was like she was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop, the other hand to swing Hovering in a state of per

She hated it, and anymore, nice Jameson was aroundripped in half She would find herself staring at hi every word that fell froht Pet to A home next? Do you really wanna be here to find out?

It was torture Sanders wasn’t helping, always looking at her sideways, pulling her aside to chat, to assure her that Jameson’s intentions were noble and pure Bullshit Jameson and nobility didn’t dine at the same table, and he had probably been born with a dirty heart, so purity was out of the question

Kinda like me

She was so fucked She just wondered when she would finally throw in the towel and really ad?" Sanders asked as he walked into the library Ja to find the best place for this," he replied

Several people were standing in his library, all wearing white gloves They were fro his original Mark Rothko painting He had inherited it fro time, it had stayed at the house in Pennsylvania When Ja moved to the lobby of his offices in New York He had never thought ood investment But when he opened his firht there and placed in his own personal office

Tatuh she had only ever been in his office that one time, when he had basically propositioned her She had commented once that she was a fan of Rothko’s work, and was impressed that he had one Very little truly io in his library Too many memories associated with it He didn’t understand women, understand their stupid brains – all thebad had happened to her in there It wasn’t like he was trying to force her into Sanders’ old roo to have the whole thing gutted and ripped apart Have it turned into a fucking yoga studio for her

Ja ti in there and having to listen to her and Sanders galavanting around the house all day Laughing in the conservatory, whispering in the kitchen, tu down the stairs Well, really, that last one was just Tate Still He was ready to strangle somebody She was there to entertain him, not Sanders, and she couldn’t do that if she wasn’t in the roo to bribe her, with her favorite piece of art

I wonder if Angier has this much trouble with her

"If I may – move the couch to the center of the roo there It will be a focal point," Sanders said quickly, gesturing to the wall opposite the fireplace Jameson blinked and looked around the room

"The couch will cut the roo, narrow There was a lot of open space between the talls In the old days, Tate’s preferred spot was stretched out on the floor She had never used the couch and it had never occured to him to move it

"Yes You will need to buy a coffee table Why are you bringing the painting here?" Sanders asked Ja his furniture