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Chapter 15 - Roman Finally Wears the Cufflinks

A year later, Roman and I attended a charity dinner.

He wore the rhodium cufflinks.

“You hate cufflinks.”

“I have evolved.”

“You complained for twenty minutes.”

“I evolved painfully.”

I laughed.

Someone at dinner asked how we met.

“At a laundromat,” I said.

She assumed I was joking.

I was not.

A pipe had burst in one of Roman’s properties and ruined half his

clothes.

I was washing diner uniforms at two in the morning.

He offered me his last dryer sheet.

The feared Roman Vale had entered my life holding lavender-scented

May you like

fabric softener.

Power was strange.

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