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JULIA
Aaron Pina was handsome, with light eyes and dark brows and brown fairy-tale-prince hair. He obviously worked out, and wore shirts designed to show it: a little tight, not so much to be convincingly accused of vanity, but enough so that you could see. He used gel in his hair and employed a heavy hand with a sandalwood-based cologne but by far his worst trait – the one that made Julia want to shoot him in the face – was that he knew exactly who she was.
He’d materialized a week earlier, announcing his name and then hers at reception. Julia knew the exact date of his arrival, Leo having dropped this turd during their last call. Julia believed she might not even have warranted this advance notice, had she not been required to conjure the requested job at Tangerine: ‘And as I said,
