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“I don’t, Mark. Do you?”

The question catches him off guard. I’m tired, so I’m being short. I get that. Most of the time, I don’t speak rudely or curtly to my employees, but today is different. Today I’m reeling from the fact that tomorrow, I’m spending the entire day with my ex-girlfriend. I’m going to be doing volunteer work and then a public appearance with a woman I used to love. I used to sleep with her. I’d kiss her like crazy. I’d make her have orgasm after orgasm after orgasm.

We were so damn in love.

And then we weren’t.

And then I ruined everything.

“Of course not,” he says. “But we need to talk about your statement.”

“I believe the statement was very clear, Mark.” Jessica and I followed all of Piper’s advice. We apologized for the strange Tweet, explained that we had nothing to do with it, and affirmed everyone’s understanding that our companies are both in great shape and that nobody is mad at anybody.

“Why did you make that statement? You know she’s out to get you.”

“I don’t know that, Mark.”

“Well, she is.”

I lean forward and set my sandwich down. Suddenly, I don’t want to eat anymore.

“Mark, what do you know that you’re not telling me?”

“I didn’t want it to have to come to this,” he sighs. “But you’re wading into dangerous waters.”

“Okay?”

“Jessica Mortimer is a snake,” he says. “She snakes people’s companies. That’s what she does.”

“I believe she bought Northington Tech on her own.” Because Jessica comes from a background of money most people can’t possibly imagine. In some ways, dating Jessica was fantastic because money was such a non-issue that we never had to talk about it. If we wanted to take a trip, we’d just take the trip. If we wanted to go to dinner, we’d go.

It grated on me a bit toward the end, though. There was a part of me that wished she understood the world that most people live in a bit better. I was still dealing with helping my parents pay their bills when they passed away. Mom and Dad grew old together as a couple who loved each other – not as a couple with unlimited amounts of cash. Every penny they spent had to be carefully planned and accounted for.

Every.

Last.

Penny.

With Jessica, she just took the things she wanted. She was vicious. I imagine she’s still that way.

I don’t like Mark talking about her, though. For some reason, when he says these things, they feel bad. Alarm bells are going off in my head.

Could Mark have written that Tweet?

Would he do something to destroy my company?

And if yes, why?

“She might have bought it fair and square,” he concedes, “but that’s not what she’s planning to do with you. Are you really still friends with her?”

“We’ve been friends for years.”

“Oh?” Mark leans back in his chair. He crosses one leg over the other. One of his shoes gently bumps the desk and makes a loud squeaking noise. He looks embarrassed. He repositions his feet. “Why haven’t I ever seen her?”

“I don’t know, Mark. Probably for the same reason I’ve never met your girlfriend.”

“Kendall is shy,” he tells me.