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What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. It’s just-” I met his searching gaze, “I’m not sure what I’m allowed to tell you.”
His eyes narrowed at me, “What do you mean?”
“I’m not supposed to talk about what I do with anyone.”
He blinked at me, “What?”
“I signed the non-disclosure agreement last week.” I gave him an apologetic grimace.
He set his sandwich down and looked at me with something resembling disbelief. He opened his mouth to speak but then closed it and half laughed, “Janie, trust me. You can talk to me. It’s my company.
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