Page 64 of In League with Ivy


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“Have you seen her crack a smile yet?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I don’t need a giggling clown around here. She’s getting results. She managed to salvage the Wesley account.”

“Another one threatening to go to Whitman’s?” I asked.

He nodded.

“What did you do to him?” he asked.

From a high, I splattered down with a bang. “Why would you think I’ve done anything to him?”

“Because you were best friends one minute, and the next minute, he’s poaching our fucking clients.”

“How do you know it’s about revenge?” I asked.

“Manhattan’s a small place.”

“It wasn’t my fault. Entirely.”

“I can imagine.” He cocked his head. “A pretty blonde?”

“Let’s just say I’d been drinking.”

“Bad excuse,” he said gruffly.

At least I’d been the hero for one minute before returning to the wastrel son again.

“Ivy’s pretty. She’s a modest girl. I like that,” he said.

Ivy, modest?

“How serious are you two?”

“Really serious. I’m about to pop the question. This weekend.”

Am I?

“Good. I liked how she presented herself. Not like all the other girls. Barely dressed. I mean, that kind of thing is fine in private men’s clubs. But not at a fiftieth birthday party.”

“None of those girls do it for me.” I scratched my spiky jawline. “Ivy, on the other hand, is my twin flame.”

Twin flame? Ivy’s New Age mother was rubbing off on me.

“She’s got money, hasn’t she?”

I nodded. “Her mother runs a very successful boutique, and she’s about to invest in a New Age spa destination, retirement village, and luxury cruise.”

“Get them on our books,” he said, reverting from ambitious father to ambitious businessman within a blink.

“I’m working on it. They’ve asked me to prepare a brief for them. And I’ve also introduced them to Mondaine, who’s looking at offering a product that appeals to the cashed-up alternative market.”

“By ‘alternative,’ you mean ‘weirdos’?”

“Health nuts.”

“If they pay, that’s all that counts. I don’t give a shit what people do on their own time.” He eyed me suspiciously.

I lifted my palms in defense. “Hey, I like my steak and a good brand of gin. That’s about as extreme as I get.”

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