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Chapter 17: The Performance
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Erin had never lost a negotiation she'd prepared for properly.

The problem with Derek, she decided, was that she had never prepared for him. She'd underestimated him from the beginning first as a prop, then as an inconvenience, and now as someone with the resources and the resolve to actually walk away from her. That had been her mistake. She understood it now.

She wouldn't make it again.

She knew Derek. Three years of living with someone gave you the architecture of them — the things that moved
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