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She decided to text hih that wasn’t a normal way for her to communicate with him But it worked He pulled up five minutes after Ferro had already left

“Mr Calvaresi’s house?” he asked

Her sto her breath Oh, yes, because that’s where she’d gone every night over the course of the past week

“No My house Thanks”

“Did the presentation go well, Ms Anderson?”

“No,” she said, leaning her head against the seat “It did not go well”

In the end, she decided to do a big blanket, sweats and a glass of wine on her own She didn’t need Ferro to sulk with She could sulk all by herself And if it was a little lonely, a little cold and a whole lot sadder, then fine She could deal She was sulking after all

She picked up her remote from the couch and hit the stereo button, then pressed Play A little smooth jazz would make a nice soundtrack to her hard times

She was a billionaire She should totally blow off sulking over a

No, she wasn’t sulking over aover the presentation The presentation was the ireed to the Ferro ruse in the first place

Ugh Then why didn’t she care more?

She set her wine on the table beside the couch and drew her knees up to her chest An alarate, and she sat up straight, grabbing the re on the security feed

It was a dark sports car, but she couldn’t see the driver She hit the intercom button “Can I help you?”

“I hope you can”

The sound of Ferro’s voice made her heart jump up into her throat