Tyler and Dior sat in front of us. The three of us—Dior, Tyler, and I—stayed calm and acted as if we didn’t know each other though I really wanted to ask them why the fuck they are meeting Bryce.“Tyler Jacobs and Dior Miller. They are the executives I wanted you to meet, hon,” Bryce smiled and I nodded. “And this is Ran—”Dior cutted him off. “Ranleigh Asmodeus, right?” Dior gave off a pleased smile. “I’ve heard so much about you. You’re all over the news, ma’am. It’s nice finally seeing you in person,” she declared. She extended her hand and I extended mine too. We shake our hands.Tyler cleared his throat. “So what is your fiancée doing here, Bryce? I thought you said you’ll just keep your lover from everyone’s sight. You’re possessive as fuck. What made it different this time, huh?”Bryce smirked. “She said she’s bored to death in our home. She’ll be my new personal secretary from now on,” he answered. Dior furrowed his brows. “She will be what?!”Tyler chuckled, which made Dior
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