“The Winstons and the van Hamiltons all know me, and they know Rick.” My brows furrow. “They know me as well. We partied with Hana and Blake all the time, and Hutch and Scar were with us at the Belmont Gala and in Gibson’s.” “Yes.” She takes a few steps nodding, her arms still crossed. “But you’ve never met Dirk, and he doesn’t know you.” “I’ve been photographed with them, I have social media. I’m sure he knows what I look like.” “Not necessarily. You always changed your hair color, your eyes, and a photograph is very different from meeting someone in person.” I’m not convinced this will work.
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