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.

words hung heavy

he were the one who had betrayed me. He didn’t dare say anything further, reaNoraing it had been a mistake to bring me here without verifying

was too

show. The last thing I wanted was

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economy in a downturn and many companies 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 now might jeopardize his relationship.

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

hung up the phone and turned to me, his voice apologeti c. “Ms. Hart…

I said after a brief silence. “Mr. Langston, why don’t you sit over there

apartment. If Selene decided to pull one of her dramatic stunts–fainting or faking stomach

to sit on the couch, his unease

look in her eyes. She was ready for a confrontation and seemed prepared to

expecting. Instead, I shifted my attention to the apartment itself, taking in the

floor–to–ceiling window that framed a

streamed lazily through the

in the

CBD commercial center, offering a

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