C18~ Setting fake dating rules

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THEA Two weeks ago, I emailed Ezra Harrington agreeing to lean into the rumours to protect my career. Worst mistake of my life. Without counting Sebastian. And now, if hell had a waiting room, I imagine it would look exactly like Ezra Harrington’s office. This is the fifth time I'll be here. Yeah, that explains how much I hate being in his place. Same can't be said for him though. “I have rules,” I say, dropping into the chair opposite him without being offered. “Non-negotiable. Bulletproof. Ironclad.” I add. Because I'm not about to let what happened yesterday repeat itself. Ezra doesn’t look up from his laptop. He’s wearing another soul-sucking suit and a cold face that could make milk go sour.. “Good morning to you too, darling,” he mutters, fingers still typing. I ignore t

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