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Bailey Emerson, dressed in a tight, crimson dress that clung to her body like a second skin, smirked. “Beat it. It was like a dream come true. You’ve got a pretty good handle on it, I’d say.”

Ava chuckled. Or worse—one of the clients did.”

Jake raised his eyebrows. Her expression hardened like ice. “You’re the least annoying,” she told him flatly. She wore a structured white blazer over a silk camisole, skinny jeans, and heels that made her even taller. She was Sommer Ray, and she had faced down challenges before. Let me resurrect it,” she said, pulling him along like a fairytale princess with a pet NPC.