"Hypnotize? A snap of the fingers, and you cry when told to cry, laugh when told to laugh?"

"Melanie, have you caught whatever bug Clyde's got? Lost your marbles?"

Warren looked at me as though I had two heads, and I just rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone.

"Look, this is Rachel, her outfit and all, pretty much a carbon copy of my old style."

"And the stuff she's buying, it's all right up my alley."

"You think she's trying to mimic you, to convince Clyde she's you?"

Warren pondered for a moment, his gaze shifting between me and the phone screen.

I nodded vigorously.

So, if Clyde's noggin wasn't scrambled, maybe, just maybe, it was some sort of mind trick?

I know it sounds far-fetched, but isn't it said that art imitates life, and sometimes transcends it?

He gave me a look that screamed 'I can't even' before glancing back at the phone.

"Did Rachel study psychology?"

I shook my head.

"Does she know Clyde was gonna get hit by that frisbee?"

shook my head

a magician's

my eyes

look into it.

the pile of

piece of gossip would thrust the Patterson Group into the eye of a storm. Online, Clyde was being lambasted left and right, and past mistakes

some flash-in-the-pan starlet, and look

who took his mistress out on their anniversary, right? I remember his wife was all over the

cubs, but this guy?

Patterson Group's buildings be anything but shoddy? No way

a lot of manipulation in

But this

line, even

his misuse of poveree

a fling. FindNovel.net

check; I knew the Patterson Group's

for

vel.net

and departments all over

PR was scrambling to control the narrative, but

was lukewarm at best, offering

the fourth day of the fiasco, just as I got home from the hospital, I received a call

back for the board

where board members were ripping into Clyde. The

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