Chapter Eight

“Mr. Jones, tell Mr. Sinclair he can’t pay for himself!” The slut screeched like a banshee.

Mr. Jones, the organizer of the event, was sitting behind the desk and looked too old to be dealing with her temper tantrums and Riana wished there was a way she could spare him the drama.

“Miss Davenport, ...

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