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    “So I’m stuck handling all the follow-ups for this project?” she asked, not bothering to hide the edge in her voice.


    “That’s it,” he replied.


    Great. That meant dealing with Marc. Again. And again.


    What William didn’t know was that Alonzo had thrown Marc into the mix, pairing him directly with her. And for now, she wasn’t about to tell him—no need to stir up more drama.


    Since she had already brushed off her history with Marc as old news, Ste figured she had better deal with him head-on instead of dodging him like andmine every time. Avoiding him wouldn’t solve anything.


    Marc ran the Walsh Group now. Whether she liked it or not, their paths were bound to keep crossing.


    “Your uncle’s shipment just cleared customs,” William said. “It should be here in about two weeks.”


    He paused for a beat. “So, how’s it been dealing with my uncle?”


    Ste wasn’t sure what he was fishing for, but she answered honestly. “Haven’t met him. He sent his assistant to talk to me instead.”


    William chuckled, eyes dark with amusement. “That’s just like him. Always calcting.”


    From his tone, Ste could tell things between William and his uncle weren’t exactly warm and fuzzy.


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    “You and your uncle… don’t really get along, do you?” she asked.


    William’s answer was evasive. “I wouldn’t say we’re on bad terms.”


    Ste raised an eyebrow. What kind of non-answer was that?


    Since he clearly didn’t want to get into it, she let it drop.


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    “I’m heading out,” she said. “I’ll update you if anything changes with the project.” With that, she ended the call.


    She was still annoyed at being dragged into more work out of nowhere. Thank God the researchb was running smoothly.


    That night, just as she was getting ready to crash, her phone lit up.


    Marc.


    She had to unblock his number thanks to their business partnership. Still, seeing his name sh across her screen after all this time threw her off for a second.


    Leaning against the headboard, she picked up.


    “What is it?”


    Marc’s voice was warm, smooth as ever. “Stel, you free tomorrow? I can swing by theb and pick you up.”


    Ste frowned. “Mr. Walsh, we’re not exactly friends.”


    “Maybe not, but we are partners now,” Marc said. “Mr. Alonzo Briggs wants you to check thest shipment’s quality at the port tomorrow. Thought I’d take you.”


    It was a legitimate reason. If anything went wrongter, she would be held responsible.


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