“Can I help you, Lavinia?” I asked, while copying Willard’s notes. “You know, it’s not a good idea that we get involved.” I couldn’t suppress the grin from my face as I twisted to face her. “I realize you believe this.” “But you don’t?” “That’s obvious.” I crossed my arms, leaning back against the copier. “You know I want you. It won’t affect the competition.”
