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hed it up, her face tight with stress. As she listened to the perso
ned around, staring at Allyson, who was
er voice hollow. "The executive produce
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g a thick contract onto the table. "But don't get excited.
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go on there and act like a stepping stone for Joanne, t
ct. Her eyes locked onto the payment figure. I
y the amount she needed to pay the ter
rabbed a pen and signed h
ace in her hands, g
a dusty, rundown bookstore on the corner of her
elf-help and romance sections. She needed material. She needed t
right pink spine tucke
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inted there were so incredibly cringe-inducing that a physic
s per
d at the garish pink cover, raised a single, judgmental eyebrow for a fraction of a second, and then
on the floor, forcing herself
ing to wink seductively. She ende
buzzed on
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r stomach tying itself into a tight knot. He was probably t
led slightly as s
follow the NDA. We are stra
hit
ching the screen. The read receipt ap
ressing down on her chest. A sharp pang of disappointm
book and shoved it into her suitcase. She was going to use these lines to mak
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