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LORRAINE'S POV "To what do I owe the honour of your delightful presence?" my ex-husband questions, getting uncomfortably close. "You can have whatever dish you would like inside of my presidential suite," he offers. "I am not here for your dishes," I respond. "Your friend came to see me for a job," he says, gesturing at Jessica who appears to be sweating in my dress. I am not an i***t to believe that she sneaked out of my apartment so early to meet him for a job. And what's wrong with the one she has? "She didn't say anything about a job," I say. "That's because I thought you would be mad at me," she defends. "If you cared about upsetting me you wouldn't be meeting this jerk behind my back," I respond as I am certain that their meeting wasn't about getting a job. "You wouldn't