Building My Own Empire

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ng classical and pretentio

nto the li

stop

sofa, curled up a

her. Her head res

ed cozy.

onged there.

ion unreadable. No surprise, n

rked at me. He looked young, but

d, her voice smooth as

my voice tight. "I ca

aving a dismissive hand.

move. David

e, like I was an un

arlier simmered, thr

u start, David' s parched. Could you get him one of those craft IPAs he likes from the fridge? And I' m starvin

at her, s

rve them? Her and h

red nails, "are far too valuable for menial tasks like th

d, a low, unp

pping with false sympathy. "Eleanor'

anted to hit him. I wa

t of something else

nd a chill

a mistake, a mo

s who s

elf," I said,

rowed. "Don't be d

And I'm definitely not his."

s the bedroom, their surpr

to be harder