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I was just a 20-year-old NYU art history student, interning at my dad's real estate firm.
But my world privately revolved around Marcus Thorne-my father's handsome, brilliant business partner.
My crush on him was pure, all-consuming, utterly naive. He'd always been so kind, a true gentleman.
At a charity gala, I watched Izzy Vance, Marcus's associate, subtly ply him with drinks.
When I tried to help him to his suite, Izzy "found" us, her perfectly timed gasp and a discreet phone flash sealing my fate.
The next morning, headlines screamed: "NYU Intern Olivia Hayes Caught in Compromising Position with Marcus Thorne."
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