My mother-in-law blocked the entrance to my new apartment and screamed that her son had bought it for her, ordering me to leave.

my face.

That was her mistake.

Because less than two minutes later, Evelyn Whitmore was standing in the hallway without my grandmother’s mug, yelling at security, and Blake still had no idea the real disaster had not even begun.

That came next.

When I opened his file drawer.

But before I explain what I found, you need to understand Blake.

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