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It's the woman from before, holding a thick stack of papers, her eyes already fixed on Angelo. She glances briefly at me, her expression polite but dismissive, as if I'm just an accessory to him. She shifts her attention back to Angelo, offering him a smile that's just a bit too friendly.
"I have the documents ready for you, Mr. Verossi," she says, her voice smooth. "If you'd like, I can walk you through the terms myself. It's a lot to go over, but I'm sure we can... take our time.”
I blink at her a few times, not believing she is openly flirting with him in front of me. I've had just about enough of her not-so-subtle flirting, and the look on Angelo's face tells me he finds it all highly amusing. I can feel his gaze shift toward me, daring me to say something, but he do
