Chapter 43

Spencer floored the gas pedal all the way to Dorsey International, and when he reversed to park beneath the towering edifice, he scraped a Lamborghini that was just pulling into the spot next door.

Recognizing the familiar license plate, his brow furrowed with irritation as he stepped out of the car. Of all the rotten luck, he just had to run into this jinx!

A petite girl emerged from the other vehicle, her nose adorned with designer shades, her skin so smooth it almost glared in the sunlight. She glanced up at the imposing Dorsey Tower, slid her sunglasses off, and let out a sharp whistle that cut through the hustle and bustle of the crowd before tossing them carelessly back into her car.

The tattoos covering her exposed, pale arms belied her girlish demeanor, giving her an air of rebelliousness.

Upon s

seeing Spencer, she turned and greeted him with a casual swagger. “Spencer.”

tank, slung her purse over her shoulder

you got the boot from Maxie, and that Brielle got bumped up to

extravagant spending and for cycling through boyfriends like seasonal outfits. She was

her

yawn. “Just got back from the family estate. Uncle Ryan’s

Spencer made to

garage and flashed a toothy grin at Spencer. ‘I’m

flicker of disgust passed through Spencer’s eyes at the sight of her dressed so inappropriately, daring to strut in front of Max in such

the time for executive meetings; making a scene now would only put him

Tiffanie stepped out first, her familiarity with the

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