Madeline arched a brow. “Knock yourself out. I’m not really hungry.”
Miles gave her a patient smile. “Ms. Monroe, I already had breakfast. I bought this just for you. It would be a shame to let it go to waste. Or you could wait for Mr. Grayson to join you.”
“Like I’d ever eat with him.” Madeline yanked out a chair, sat down, and pulled a bowl of soup in front of her. She started eating fast, spoon after spoon, determined.
Miles could only shake his head with a helpless grin.
Julian must really rub her the wrong way. It was almost funny how talking about him suddenly sparked her appetite.
A moment later, Julian came out of the bathroom, fussing with a shirt that already looked perfect.
Head to toe in a suit, he looked cool and confident, like he belonged in a magazine ad.
Madeline didn’t even spare him a glance. She finished her soup in record time. The second Julian sat down, she stood up.
Julian’s jaw clenched. “Do you really hate being around me that much?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“If you can’t stand me, why did you save my life last night?”
She shrugged. “What was I supposed to do? If you died in my apartment, I’d have to move. Not worth the hassle.”
Miles nearly choked on air.
Julian looked like he might actually flip the table. Madeline definitely had a talent for getting under his skin.
She checked her watch. “It’s five-forty. By five-fifty, I want you out.”
“Ten minutes isn’t enough to finish breakfast.”
“That’s your problem.” Madeline crossed her arms, eyes cool. “Every extra minute costs a million. Up to you.”



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