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I was wrong. Home wasn't more exciting, in fact it was more agonising and I was extremely annoyed. I sighed again for the umpteenth time as I heard Gwen complain about me basically helping them.

"What she did was completely out of line and out of plan, we had to improvise the whole situation and it was extremely annoying to do everything else out of script, and you Theo, how could you tell her who our target was an-"

"He didn't tell me who your target was, I told you, it was easy to figure it out," I shrugged my shoulders and drank my water.

"How?" She asked crossing her arms over her chest and I sighed getting up.

"Besides your obvious attempts of getting his attention while you were dancing, alone, Nicholas Carello, son of Frank and Joanna Carello, the millionaire playboy and well let's face it, mommy's boy too," I shrugged and scratched my neck as I tried to remember the rest.

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