“Knock. Knock.” She quirks her mouth so that damn dimple dents one cheek. “Humor me.” “Okay. Who’s there?” All signs of humor fall off her face. “Lamont Christopher’s new agent.” A few quick steps bring her back immediately in front of me and she pokes her sharp little nail into my chest. “Block that, motherfucker.” She blocked my shot. I knew what it meant seeing her leave Lamont’s room, but it’s only when she voices it that I truly appreciate what a masterful move this is. “Karma’s a bitch, huh?” she asks, satisfaction stretching her mouth into a wide smile. “Apparently, she’s not the only
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