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In my home.
“Oh, honey! You’re home now?
In the middle of the night?” he stammered. “This is the designer I told you about.”
“Really?” I gasped sarcastically, crossing my arms. “She does late-night calls?”
“She does…
she’s busy.”
“Right, and I just watched you make out with her in my basement, Jacob. Is that part of the job?”
Jacob froze, his mouth opening and closing. The woman rolled her eyes and turned to him.
“Finally, she knows,” she snapped.
Now, you, Jacob, can come back to me.”
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