Clive fished out a pack of cigarettes, clamped one between his teeth, and lit it. The crimson ember glowed and faded in the night, reflecting the darkness in his eyes.
What Clive didn’t see was Winifred standing behind the floor-to-ceiling window on the second floor of the villa. Watching his retreating figure, a meaningful smile played on her lips.
“Interesting,” she murmured. “First time I’ve seen a young stud with such a stubborn streak.”
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The next day, in the CEO’s office at Glitz Entertainment.
Magnus leaned back in his genuine leather chair, a cigar clamped between his fingers, surrounded by swirling smoke.
The silence of the office was broken by the ringing of his phone. Magnus narrowed his eyes at the caller ID.
Winifred? This early? Why would she be calling him at this hour?
A report from Luke about the previous night’s events flashed through his mind. A knowing smile curled Magnus’s lips as he pressed the answer button, offering a polite greeting. “Winifred, good morning. Calling so early?”
On the other end, Winifred’s voice was lazy but laced with satisfaction. “Mr. Judson, did you sleep well last night?”
Magnus blew out a smoke ring and chuckled. “Thanks to you, I slept quite well.”
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