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Bromance, in Reverse
"I'm still surprised you would do that for me." Minutes after Bruce had left, Andre broke the silence between them.
"I didn't do it for you, I did it for work." She was mad at him, he could tell from her tone and stiffened shoulders. She had feigned smiles when Bruce had been around, but her face had turned stony as soon as the younger man had left.
The meeting had gone well, with Bruce fuming at having been deceived and apologising for letting his emotions intrude in his professional life. Andre had spoken with the CEO as well to confirm his acceptance, and so far, everything had gone fine.
Except that Clara Lynn was still sulking.
"Your professional spirit should be emulated indeed." His tone was sarcastic, and she didn't give him any reply, but grabbed her purse, pushing herself up from the lounge seat, where the meeting had
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