Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

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Chapter 664

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"Male models? What's going on with you lately? First, you're trying to buy a bar, and now you're planning some kind of male model show?" Ron sounded equal parts floored and suspicious after I pitched my idea.

"I'm just having fun. Can't you tell?" I replied, laughing to brush it off.

But Ron wasn't buying it. He squinted at me, his detective mode fully activated.

Whatever. I rolled my eyes and launched into my pitch. "Okay, so our company's doing that light and music festival soon, right? Why not go big with a live human light show? Imagine male greeters or models wearing LED-lit outfits-total showstopper vibes." Ron raised a brow. "A human light show? That's... bold. I'll give you points for creativity."

I grinned. "Exactly! So, you think it'll work? Cool. Start building a team to make it happen."

He gave me that are-you-kidding-me look. "Ms. Kay, you think this is, what, grabbing clothes off a store rack? This would need custom designs, production, and oh yeah we're already on a time crunch."

I gave him my best pretty please face. "I know, Ron. That's why I need you. You're the genius who can pull it off."

"Your pretty face's not gonna cut it," he shot back, shutting me down before throwing in a casual, soul-crushing zinger. "Unless Hayden were here-maybe he'd make it happen."

hit harder than

stubborn as ever, my competitive streak kicking in. Before Ron could get another word in, I spun on my heel

called after me, but yeah, no

could tell I was fuming. Apparently, Ron caught on, too, because next thing I knew, he was jogging

human light show idea. If anyone's got a problem, I'll

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into work,

fine until the second you try to focus, and bam, instant nap

me, and honestly, I wasn't about to fight it. I ditched my desk, kicked off my shoes, and crashed on

I was out when I got jolted

I need your help with something," Ron's voice cut through the fog

the suddenness, still feeling half-dead. Without moving,

flight lands at 4:30.

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flat on the couch, feeling like sleep had actually

don't

set a record for employee sass just

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hurt," Ron said, guilt all over his face. "She just called, and I need to check on

stepped forward like he was gonna drag me up, but