More Than A Favor

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“Mrs. Harlow? W–What are you doing here?” I stammered, unable to mask my surprise.

Victor, who appeared equally stunned, turned to Selene and asked the same question.

Selene adjusted her robe, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “I live here.” Her eyes flicked to the keys in my hand, and she added pointedly, “Do you usually enter other people’s homes without knocking?”

Victor stepped forward, his expression shifting between confusion and panic. “What? No… This house was prepared by Mr. Mercer for Ms. Hart,” he said, fumbling to retrieve his phone. Hastily, he called Logan, but in his nervousness, he accidentally put the call on speakerphone.

“Mr. Mercer, the house at Dazzle Residences-” Victor began, but Logan cut him off sharply.

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“That house is for Selene,” Logan said, his voice firm and unyielding.

Selene’s smirk grew into a full smile, her confidence radiating in the room.

Victor, still flustered, attempted to clarify. “What about Ms. Hart…” he asked hesitantly, but Logan interrupted again, his tone dismissive.

“I’ll arrange something else for Elaine. Just don’t let her find out about this,” Logan said.

heavy

were the one who had betrayed me. He didn’t dare say anything further,

it was

emotions show. The last thing I wanted was for Victor to lose his job

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laying off employees, I knew how hard it would be for him to find another well–paying position. I also remembered he’d recently started dating someone–losing his job

swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and kept my composure. Even I was impressed by my own restraint in that

me, his voice apologeti c.

brief silence. “Mr. Langston, why don’t you sit

of her dramatic stunts–fainting or faking stomach pain–it would be harder to explain myself if I

hesitated but eventually nodded and moved to sit on the

I turned to Selene, I caught the wary, defensive look in her eyes. She was ready for a

give her the reaction she was expecting. Instead, I shifted my attention to the apartment itself, taking in the details of the space.

yet meticulously thought–out design. My eyes fell on the floor–to–ceiling window that framed a cozy beanbag and a small table in front of it. It reminded me of a painting I had made years

sunlight streamed lazily through the glass, soothing some of

in

commercial center, offering a perfect view of

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