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"What the fuck, Jaed for you to have tihed at her

"That wouldn’t work, my secretary would never listen to you"

"This isn’t right, and you know it You don’t get to do so like this," she snapped

"Well, your business is half mine I could just close it down"

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"I knew it," Tate hissed, pulling herself to her feet "I kneas only a matter of time before you threw that in my face"

"Tate, calhed

"Why? What’s the point? Whether I listen or not, you’re just gonna make me do whatever you want, so let’s just cut out the bullshit," she said, wrapping a towel around her body

"Watch your lared at him

"You watch it So where are you draggingout of the bathroo, Tate, so just calm the fuck down," Jameson called after her She rolled her eyes and made her way into their closet

"I don’t care This is shitty Where are we going?" she repeated the question He finally followed after her

"Hong Kong"

"Hong Kong!?"

"Did I stutter?"

"For how long!?"

"One week,one of his old t-shirts out of a drawer

"Maybe longer? Why not justas how I’ru the shirt over her head

"You can shut the fuck up any ti?" she refused to look at hia pants

"In about two hours"

"Two hours!?"

"Yes So you better start packing"