When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

"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?"

my

a magician's

rolled my

my phone, "Alright, I'll look into it. You just

had more questions, but seeing the pile of

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

ditched our darling Suzie for some flash-in-the-pan starlet,

anniversary, right? I remember his wife was all over the

guy? Disowns his kid, even blamed for his death.

a CEO like that, can the Patterson Group's buildings

was clear there was a lot

But this

a line,

his misuse of poveree

a fling. FindNovel.net

check; I knew the Patterson Group's stocks

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departments all over

was scrambling to control the narrative, but

this time, Merritt's response was lukewarm at best, offering no clarity

fourth day of the fiasco, just as I got home

back for the board

chat where board members were ripping into Clyde. The drop in