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Whatβs wrong?β
βItβs nothing. Itβs just-β I met his searching gaze, βIβm not sure what Iβm allowed to tell you.β
His eyes narrowed at me, βWhat do you mean?β
βIβm not supposed to talk about what I do with anyone.β
He blinked at me, βWhat?β
βI signed the non-disclosure agreement last week.β 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, βJanie, trust me. You can talk to me. Itβs my company.
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