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I sit back down within a second, suspicion, curiosity, and anxiety, coursing through me like a storm.
“You want to help me?” I ask Mr Pierre, and he nods.
“Why?” I cut in, not giving him a breathing moment because to him, I’m just the new partner’s wife, a stranger, who let’s not forget, yelled at him on our first meeting yesterday.
He shrugs. “Because I want to.”
I shake my head. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you,” I say, not mincing my words. “You have no reason to help me. I just told you that a big check is going to be ripped from your company, and you want to help me rip it…because…you want to?” I scoff. “Try again.”
His facial expression falls into something serious as he responds to me. “You’re right. I am a businessman, and I don’t play about my business. But when
