Eliza stared at the two lines of text popping up on her screen, a wave of sickening disgust churning in her stomach.
It was partly due to Miles's shamelessness, but mostly due to Zander's sheer stupidity.
"Covered the five grand." "Don't bother your sister."
What a magnificent savior, what a considerate, perfect husband.
Zander was probably sitting in his sprawling, lively family estate right now, practically moved to tears by his own generosity.
He genuinely thought he was putting out a fire, completely oblivious to the fact that he was only pouring gasoline on Miles's madness.
A rhythmic, urgent knock echoed through the room.
The door rattled under the assault, accompanied by Gwen's signature holler. "Eliza, open up! I brought the ultimate cure for a bad day. A spicy seafood boil and ice-cold beer!"
Eliza took a deep breath, pushing down the suffocating frustration in her chest, and got up to open the door.
Gwen breezed inside like a hurricane, holding two steaming takeout boxes of spicy shrimp. She kicked the door shut behind her and slapped a thick stack of documents onto the coffee table. "Here. A brand-new catalog of prime drama. It's a fantastic read."

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