“Do you want me to come with you for backup?” Elsa asked when it was time to clock out for the day. “That guy sounds like he could be trouble.”
“That’s not necessary,” I replied, patting her arm reassuringly. “I can handle men like hin in my sleep. Remember the last time? They’re all the same, predictable and weak.”
“Let me know how it goes,” Elsa said, blowing me an air kiss before sashaying away on her designer heels.
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At my specific request, Gwen had chosen an exclusive private club for the dinner meeting. The kind of place where powerful people made deals over expensive wine and rare steaks.
Two people were already seated inside the dimly lit corner room on the second floor when I arrived precisely on time. Constance’s presence came as ab
