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"You, Stacy Roberts," a familiar voice called out.

As I recognized Gabrielle's voice, I was no longer worried or panicking.

"Oh, evening Gabrielle, came shopping too?" I asked, trying my best to sound friendly and not irritated.

"Didn't you say you and Ethan were worker and boss?" she asked.

"I think so, but not anymore," I replied. "I'm more of a volunteer now. I have my own hospital and all. But I do come around to help him out."

"Why do you insist on acting dumb?" She frowned. "What exactly is you two's relationship? And I don't mean work-related."

"You should have said so earlier," I sighed. "Ethan and I are lovers."

"Well, I want you to know that you're not the only one who is his lover," she said as she placed her hand on my shoulder.

I stared at her hand until she took it off herself.

"What do you mean, I'm not the only one?" I asked.

"I just thought I should let you know about how things work with him," she said. "I've heard the rumors. He's helping you rebrand your hospital. It won't be the first thing he's done material-wise for anyone. I mean, he's bought me stuff, and I know some other girls he's given things to. But with all of us, there's a clear ranking among the girls he prefers."

"Okay?"

"And I'm at the top of that list," she said like it was something worth mentioning. "A rookie like you can't simply just take that position. Oh, I thought I should warn you about something. Ethan doesn't love anyone. He doesn't even kiss during sex. I'm sure you've noticed."

I don't know about that, ma'am, The man enjoys a good lip smacking.

"What's the point in telling me all this?" I asked.

"Just take it like an experienced person's advice," she replied. "I've seen many girls do desperate things when they realize that he no longer has eyes for them."

Wait…isn't that what you're doing right now?

I tried my best to suppress my laughter but a part of it came out.

"Is something funny?" she asked.

"No, nothing at all," I replied.

"Good. I see he bought you a Lamborghini," she said. "Nice."

"Oh no, he didn't buy this. I picked it up from his house," I explained. "I normally choose one of his cars."

"You've been in his house?" She seemed ready to pop.

"Yeah, I have," I said. "But I'm sure as his favorite you've been there so many times that it's boring now."

"Just stay away from him, you desperate slut," she spat and turned to leave.

"I guess I look like a mirror today," I said softly.

I should have told Ethan about it, but there was no need to bother the gentleman. Gabrielle wasn't really all that threatening; her words just sounded like she wanted to encourage herself rather than tear me down and taunt me.

I still felt bad for her.

****

"Ice cream!" Ethan and Chloe exclaimed as they ran to me to grab their treats. I was already having an ice cream sandwich when I handed them their plates.

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