She leans into me, and her teeth click over her consonants. “You think you can speak to me like that? I made you. How many clients have I sent your way, just for you to repay me like this? You think you’re moving in on my market? My market?! I’ve been working nationally while you’ve been slutting it up at bachelorette parties and flirting with my vendors just to get the same discounts.” My jaw drops. A laugh bursts from my throat. “I don’t know what’s funnier—that you think San Francisco and Lake Tahoe qualify as ‘nationally,’ or that you think you’re the only wedding planner who gets industry
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