Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

In Greenfield, Zoey peered at her computer screen; dark circles had appeared down her eyes. As Elvis pushed open the door, his

voice carried a hint of weariness too.

"Why so many galas lately? Can you handle it all?"

Rubbing her temples, Zoey cracked a smile, "I'm managing. You guys have been working hard these past few days."

She had just recovered from an illness and returned to work the day before. Elvis had been running things while she was out.

"Zoey, the meeting today might include a run-in with Fitch. The Haskins family is involved in this joint awards show we're working

on, and they're footing the bill."

A star-studded awards ceremony meant big business. The celebs were basically walking billboards, with every accessory, even the

pins on their lapels, serving as advertisements.

The Haskins family had thrown their latest car model into the mix, set for display at their dealership next month. The celebs would

strut past this car on the red carpet, and with the Haskins family being the sole sponsor, the spotlight would be theirs.

Star Movie Group's talent had shone this year, with their leading stars nominated for awards. As the head honcho, Zoey needed to

be there.

The Haskins family's car brand coveted the endorsement of A-listers like Wilma and Cornelia. Their every move by the car, every

pose, had to be on point.

to hash out the red carpet details. But a

subsidiaries were vast,

electronics, but their top-secret was talents in weapon

there were various electronics, including cars

year, the Haskins family business had developed exceedingly fast,

which would cinto

headed to dinner with Wilma in tow after making sure the appointment.

day before

was with a division president of the Haskins family. His eyes lit

Zoey was so young

poise, "Mr. Colby, it's been

more than a photo op. She was

a veteran actor had tried to fight for the endorsement, but got declined by the other side;

hoped to find an entertainer with clean history and fit for

when

legs. She was striking in a black coat over a cashmere sweater, topped with

accentuated

creased, her fingers slightly pinching

catch what I just said, Mr.

grin widened, "I understand. You're after more than a brief collaboration,

your sincerity."

smile plastered on her face, "A toast to Mr.

industry, he doubted she'd miss his insinuation. He glanced at Wilma aside, who

and ordered the strongest liquor

decision for the endorsement lies with me. Whoever I choose,

these days, I can't