"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

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my eyes

back my phone, "Alright, I'll look

questions, but seeing the pile of

thrust the Patterson Group into the eye of a storm. Online, Clyde

for some flash-in-the-pan starlet, and look how that turned

mistress out on their anniversary, right?

but this guy? Disowns

can the Patterson Group's buildings be anything but shoddy? No way I'm living

a lot of

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line,

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a fling. FindNovel.net

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PR was scrambling to

was lukewarm at best, offering no clarity for

fiasco, just as I got home from the hospital, I

back for the board meeting

checked the company group chat where board members were ripping into Clyde. The

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