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Standing in the enclosed space between Zairn’s suite and the elevator, Roxie maintained eye contact with the man under her palm.
“We have to get this out there,” Ogilvie said. Roxie held her conviction through Zairn’s scrutiny. “We can’t wait for—”
“Everyone back inside,” Zairn said. Relief. He’d listened. Thank God. “You too, Lola.”
He took her shoulder to guide her around in front of him and urged her into the suite with everyone else behind them.
What should she say? Where the hell should she begin? The gorgeous room’s luxurious décor barely registered. Yeah, it was lovely. Expensive… How should she break the news? He’d be devastated. Even if he didn’t show it, living through the Dayah Lynn situation again would take its toll.
“What is this about?” Ogilvie asked.
“I don’
