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is when Jeremy suddenly decided to unleash the full, concentrated aura of a future powerful CEO? It was biological warfare! Her body was unfair! Why did it always insist on manufacturing drama at the most inconvenient moments?
Freya and Max, watched the entire exchange with the rapt attention of people at a tennis match.
Max's head swiveling between Everly and Jeremy as if they were the most fascinating puppets he'd ever seen. Freya, on the other hand, was trying very hard to become one with the armchair, her cheeks flushed with a vicarious second-hand embarrassment so potent it was practically a new form of radiation.
Luckily, Jeremy, seemingly immune to Everly's theatrical despair—or perhaps just very used to it—decided to mercy-kill the awkward silence. He cleared his throat again, his professional CEO mask snapping back into place as he focused on the paper in his hand.
