Chapter 82 COUSIN DANIEL, THE FILE ROOM, AND THE TELLTALE LIPSTICK (PART TWO)

Adrian stood there with his arms crossed, radiating pure corporate authority. His brow was furrowed, his dark eyes threatening to fire anyone who dared breathe near him. He was the picture of executive perfection.

Except for one small, tiny, disastrous detail.

My "transfer-proof" cherry red lipsti...

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