The Cunningham's and the Montgomery's have since long been feuding with one another. Dating decades back, the two families separate advertising companies in New York City have been competing to win over the most clients and become the most acclaimed...
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MICHELLE Cunningham did her pilates thing or whatever on the first day of January at 7 in the morning. Gross. But I got up early knowing that she had plans to get breakfast at the place right next to her pilates studio. Probably all before she went into C&C HQ to do whatever the hell it was she planned on doing with that flash drive.
Little did she know, I had a copy on my phone along with a picture of her kissing Lance Weaver.
"And this is okay to do on your own?" Butler asked. He asked about a thousand fucking times this morning. Because he insisted on picking me up to make things easier, and he said it was wrong to let me go alone. Even if I was technically going in to talk to Mrs. Cunningham on my own. And I kept telling him to drop me off and let it be, but he didn't like that either.
He was just a good guy. And he was being so fucking nice to me despite the fact that he knew nothing more was going to happen between us. No more hidden kisses like last night in the supply closet. And maybe, I can admit, I kissed him one more time when I walked him out of C&C HQ. I shouldn't have done it. We were in public, though there was no one around at the time.
The point was that it wouldn't, couldn't happen again.
But of course when Butler dropped me off, he had to go and touch my arm before I could get out of the car.
"Maybe you shouldn't do this," Butler said. "You're going to be announced as the future owner of your family's company tomorrow. You should be able to celebrate that."
"I'll be able to celebrate it. Nothings gonna happen," I said, grabbing his hand and pulling it off my arm. "I'm just here to talk. And blackmail. Simple, isn't it?"
"Maybe it would be better if someone went with you," he said.
I scoffed. "Not you. Don't get involved more than I've asked you to."
"Thought you weren't worried about collateral damage."
"I'm not worried about my collateral damage," I corrected. "Stop distracting me. Yet again. You're really bad at that, you know?"
"You mean, I'm very good at distracting you." He reached out and straightened my collar, which unwound me. "I am going to be out here whether you like it or not. Maybe this isn't my battle to fight and you want me to go for that reason. But maybe it isn't your battle either. You're just the only one who understands how to fight it."
Looking at Butler, hearing his sincere words, made my heart stop beating out of my chest. There was something in the tone of his voice, in the way he put words together, the way he was so goddamn calm all of the time. He made the most intense situations sound decent. And when Butler reaches forward to fold myself into his arms, I let out a breath of relief. A release of all the anxiety I'd been hiding inside of myself due to the mere thought of confronting Mrs. Montgomery. I didn't want anyone to know how anxious I really was. Because I guess that was a part of who I was:
