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10. Arabic Whispers
Jacob’s POV
With an icy stare, she tilted her head and gazed at him. Her spine straightened, her posture emanating a firm and unyielding resolve “Appreciate the suggestion, Thomas,” she said, her voice steady and assertive “However, I doubt I’ll find much leisure time for hanging out in the foreseeable future”
He parted his lips, eager to interject, but she continued. Her smile was tight, her words sharp “If you’ll excuse me, I have a mountain of work to complete for Mr. Snow. As you pointed out, he’s quite stringent about focusing solely on business”
The hint landed with precision. Thomas ceased his casual slouch against her desk, straightening up with a casual shrug “Fair enough. Just remember, I’m always around if you change your mind. Don’t hesitate to ring me… or text, whatever suits your fancy”
With a wink, he fished out a small card from his shirt pocket, sli
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