a second girl appears, this one much older, with big, almond eyes and dark hair that falls to her hips. I’ve seen pictures of her and Alex on news sites before. She’s already a model. Alex doesn’t even look up. “Fleur, I’m working.” “Well, Josie came into my room and said you have a girlfriend, so obviously I had to come and see.” She waves at me and grins. “Oh my god, she’s pretty. I knew redheads were your type!” He looks up at the camera like a character in a sitcom, eyes wide with exasperation. “Let’s pick this up on Tuesday, Ophelia.” “Pretty name, Ophelia!” is all I hear before he hangs
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