Chapter 39

James ventured, “For you?”

One look from Tyrone had James mentally kicking himself for his casual address, “I–I understand. On it.”

“Find out who that guy is.”

Internally, James was groaning. Which guy? Could he get a hint, please? Luckily, he was quick; it struck him- probably that dude in the photo with Quintessa.

“Got it.”

“And I want to know everything about her for the past three years.”

James nodded.

headache throbbed at James‘ temples. Running errands for Mr. York was surely Shirley, the secretary’s job, not

his head. Tyrone wanted her whereabouts over three years now, after all this time of indifference.

Ha

he pulled it out, surprised; it was Rachel, his brow furrowing in annoyance. He wasn’t fond

would brighten her mood, if only

of joy extinguished. After waiting at home with

was breaking, and she had yet

the lights, she stepped onto the balcony in her pajamas and lit at cigarette,

it for a moment of delight, yet ticking Tyrone off would eventually just set herself up for trouble since the situation was

seriously couldn’t just bite the

things she needed to do. She must find a breakthrough, unwilling to remain trapped in this limbo.

balcony snapped her out of her reverie. A man and a woman

bracing against the railing and gasping loudly, exclaimed, “No one’s watching, right?”

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man, cigarette dangling from his lips and clothes neat, replied coolly, “So

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