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

she a magician's apprentice

rolled my eyes at

handed back my phone, "Alright, I'll look into

but seeing the pile of files on his desk, I swallowed my

gossip would thrust the Patterson Group into the eye of a storm.

for some flash-in-the-pan starlet,

anniversary, right?

tiger doesn't eat its cubs, but this guy? Disowns his kid, even blamed for his

that, can the Patterson Group's buildings be anything but shoddy?

there was a lot of manipulation in the

But this

a line,

his misuse of poveree

a fling. FindNovel.net

to check; I knew the Patterson Group's

for

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took a hit and departments

Group's PR was scrambling to control the narrative, but to

Merritt's response was lukewarm at best, offering no

day of the fiasco, just as I got home from

back for the board

members were ripping into Clyde. The drop in stock prices