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hed it up, her face tight with stress. As she listened to the perso

ned around, staring at Allyson, who was

er voice hollow. "The executive produce

oughing into her fist. Dexter F

g a thick contract onto the table. "But don't get excited.

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go on there and act like a stepping stone for Joanne, t

ct. Her eyes locked onto the payment figure. I

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ace in her hands, g

a dusty, rundown bookstore on the corner of her

elf-help and romance sections. She needed material. She needed t

right pink spine tucke

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inted there were so incredibly cringe-inducing that a physic

s per

d at the garish pink cover, raised a single, judgmental eyebrow for a fraction of a second, and then

on the floor, forcing herself

ing to wink seductively. She ende

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r stomach tying itself into a tight knot. He was probably t

led slightly as s

follow the NDA. We are stra

hit

ching the screen. The read receipt ap

ressing down on her chest. A sharp pang of disappointm

book and shoved it into her suitcase. She was going to use these lines to mak