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Brent stares at Ryder in disbelief. "Why are you wearing Krystal's perfume to begin with?" "I lost a bet, so I have to smell like a girl all day." "Okay, so let me get this straight. You think that I'm sleeping with your little sister?" "No, don't be silly. I know you can't do that. I only want to know how her perfume gets on your clothes at midnight. What game are you playing with her?" Brent shakes his head. "I'm not playing any games. I never see Krystal at night. You'd know if that happened." "So what about the perfume that Camille is talking about?" "I honestly don't know if it's Krystal's. I guessed it was either hers or my Mom's, but now I'm not sure anymore. I'll be keen around everyone in the office until I figure out who else uses it." "To what end?" "To make Cami tru