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I don’t know much about stealing money from an organization, but it must take some planning.

Perhaps he was setting me up for a long time.

A better lawyer might have cleared my name.I’m grateful—which everyone involved reminded me of—that this didn’t go to court.

The only thing I’m guilty of is trusting someone and giving him my login.Which was wrong.I see how stupid it was now, but never in a million years would I think Johnathan would steal from Mr.Harrow.

I just wanted everyone to get paid.

Surely a good lawyer could dig into my financial transactions and see that I don’t have a few hundred pounds tucked away.Search my mattress or wherever money launderers put the damn stuff.

Ugh.

“Vodka rocks, please.”

I nod, mumblegotchaand grab a glass.

“Lexi?”

I lift my eyes and come face to face with Terrance and a friend of his.

My cheeks heat with shame.

There’s nothing wrong with working in a bar, but let’s face it, it’s not exactly the same as being a personal assistant to the CEO of a billion-dollar tech company.

“Hey.”I whip the towel over my shoulder.

When in Rome.

Might as well look like a professional while I’m at it.The fact I’ve broken two glasses already tonight says otherwise.

“What are you doing here?I heard you quit.”Terrance glances around as if looking for aLexi’s Barsign.

He won’t find one.

I’ve fallen from grace, and we might as well just call it what it is.

“Yeah, didn’t work out.”

“Is Mason a jerk or something?He’s always been good to me, but if you need some help...?”Terrance leans closer, looking concerned.

That’s sweet.

“No, nothing like that.I’m heading back to the UK, so he’s going to find someone permanent.”I slide the drinks over and shoot his buddy a smile.

He’s looking at my tits, so doesn’t see it.

I could start a diatribe about how Mason is a jerk, but he’s not really.He struggles to trust—the opposite of my problem—and perhaps I can still hear hisgood girlpurr from my dream last night.

Goodnight, Lexi.

The softness of his face is hard to forget.To wonder what it meant.To wonder if...

Forget it, Lexi.

I know I have Emily, but I feel so alone in this big city.Sure, I was raised in London, but New York is a whole other level of bustling, tourist madness.The sidewalks are bigger, wider, the noise is louder, the lights brighter.

It’s theBig Apple.