I’m surprised my manager even let you through.” “Let me through?” I muttered through gritted teeth, rage pumping in my stomach, in my bones, through my blood. “No one is going to let me do shit when it comes to you. You’re my girlfriend.” “Ex-girlfriend,” she murmured. “What?” I stepped back like she’d pummeled me. “We can’t keep doing this. It’s not good for either of us. It’s never going to work with me moving and…” Her voice broke, but she managed to get out, “You can’t just be with me in secret for years. They have me under contract for three, and what if I re-sign with them? They’ll want
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