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"Someone can't watch their own eyes," the girl who called Z hot says with a smugness that I know is to dig at Cosima and try to get Z's attention. Cosima swings around to face the girl but doesn't get a chance to respond to her. Z beats her to it.

"How about you mind your own fucking business and get the fuck out of here?" He points toward the double front doors. The girl lets out a small gasp.

"I'm here to see Warren. I was invited."

"Okay, yeah, you can leave."

Her nose scrunches. "And who are you?" Her eyes roam me up and down.

"The lady of the house." Isn't that what Marcello called me? It's so ridiculous that I can't help but laugh. I can't believe I said that.

"Yes, she's the lady of the house." Cosima folds her arms over her chest.

"You." Z points to the girl. "Get gone or I'll have you physically removed." His finger swings over to Cosima. "You stay put."

"You stay put," Cosima mimics while rolling her eyes. I see a tic form in Z's jaw.

"Whatever. I didn't want to be friends with whoever this girl is. I only wanted to see Warren Marino." The girl stomps toward the front door, her heels loud on the marble flooring.

"I'll go see what the hell is going on." Z spins on his heels, heading into Warren's office. Cosima and I glance at each other before we quickly follow after him. We want to know too.

"I'll move all I want," Cosima mutters under her breath. Since when did she and Z have so many issues? I remember them getting along years ago.

"The hell are you talking about?" Z is staring at Warren.

"I'm doing interviews." Warren stands when he sees me enter his office. I go straight to him.

“Do you need an assistant?” I can’t see Warren having an assistant, but he might need one for paperwork. He doesn’t speak a ton about his work, but he works from home more often than not. But I do want to know why all the girls are all around my age from what I could tell. Why isn’t there a mix of people of different ages?

“No.” Warren sits back down in his chair, pulling me into his lap.

“I can assist you.” I play with the collar of his buttoned-up shirt, undoing the top button.

“You do enough.” He kisses my cheek.

“This is really sweet and really gross,” Cosima says while watching us.

“I told you to stay put.” Z shakes his head. “You never listen.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do!” The two of them glare at each other.

“When do you go back to school?” Z asks her. Cosima flinches like he struck her.

“Like you don’t know. And why are you even here? The wedding is over. Why don’t you scurry back to your bachelor pad?”

“I’m here because I have to keep an eye on you.”

“I’m an adult. I don’t need you to keep an eye on me.”

“You don’t act like it,” he fires back. Both Warren and I watch them, our heads swinging back and forth to see what will be said next. I honestly have no clue who will win this showdown, but I get a sense that there really won’t be a winner.

“Both of you knock it off,” Warren tells them.

“Yeah, let's get back to why there is a herd of young girls in the entryway.” I turn my attention back to my husband.

"Wait until you hear this," Z mutters. Warren must have told him before Cosima and I followed him.

"What?"