Justin sat at the flimsy table outside the convenience store, spreading the test paper out in front of him. His cocky expression faltered the second he read the first question.
Blank. Completely blank.
He blinked, squinting harder—nope, still didn’t make sense.
“You’ve already done this test,” he muttered, his tone cold, like I’d somehow cheated.
I shrugged. “I only answered the first three questions. You’ve got the rest. Unless... you’re saying you can’t handle them?” I paused, then added sweetly, “I can always ask the director to print a new one.”
Checkmate. I’d blocked every excuse he could make.
He clenched his jaw so tight I could almost hear his teeth grind. “I never said I wouldn’t do it.”
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