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Chapter 78: Emily Blake
Author: Sam Shelby
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Emily Blake didn’t just appear.

She arrived—like a scent, like a temperature shift, like trouble walking on expensive heels.

Perfect hair.

Perfect posture.

Perfect poison in human form.

Johnny had barely taken ten steps into the real-estate department floor when her voice sliced through the air, sharp and smug and dripping with that familiar, poisonous sweetness.

“Well, well… look who crawled back in.”

He stopped.

Around him, heads turned. Phones lowered. Chairs creaked. The whole department swelled with a hungry kind of silence—half curiosity, half anticipation.

Office drama was oxygen in this place, and Emily Blake was their favorite wildfire.

Johnny turned slowly.

And there she was.

Emily leaned against one of the glass desks, one hip cocked out in a pose that was half model, half predator.

Her blouse was tight, deliberately unbuttoned one button too far. Her pencil skirt hugged her hips like it was stitched directly to her skin.

Her lipstick was a glossy, sinful red. Her perfum
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