“Sounds like you need to find people you trust, too.” “I don’t trust anyone.” I stifle my eye roll as I pull my legs up onto the couch, getting comfortable. “You trust Belinda. You’re sending her to Barcelona.” “Yeah, she knows what she’s doing,” he admits, reluctantly. “I’ll bet there’s at least a few more of her working for Wolf. People you pay a lot of money to, so they can do things like... oh, I don’t know... run hotels.” He mock frowns. “Are you telling me how to run a multibillion-dollar company, Abigail Mitchell?” “Me?” I press my hands to my chest. “I would never even attempt to do
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