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being rehearsed.
The night Brandon said everything was ready, I felt eerily calm.
I called Nicole.
“I’m going to be late,” I said. “Investor meeting.”
She didn’t hesitate. “Okay. Love you.”
“Love you,” I replied.
Minutes later, the cameras showed her entering Mercer’s penthouse.
I watched from the surveillance van as they kissed like people who’d been waiting continue reading …
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