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Chris was talking with a bald older man in a brown suit with a white mustache when I approached them near the elevators.
"Can I speak with you for a second, Mr. Hayworth," I corrected myself for my earlier mistake. It's better that our connection stays private.
Their heads turned to look at me. "Of course. We'll continue this conversation later, Mendelson. Call my assistant to schedule a meeting," he addressed the bald man, who I think tried to smile behind the thick mustache, before getting into the elevator. After Chris and I were alone, he started to talk to me again.
"We're on a last name basis now, Ms. Benedetti?" his tone was playful, his hands inside his pockets.
I lifted my chin to him, straightening my spine. Even with high heels, he was still at least a foot taller th
