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So no, I won't accept a no for an answer - he concludes, and I smile. He does, too. He parks the car, and we step into the elevator. I think we should have a small ceremony - I say as the elevator goes up. I don't know, Miss Molina, I was thinking of maybe inviting around 500 guests - he says mockingly, widening his eyes. You're joking, right? - I say, and he laughs amusedly. Stop making jokes like that - I say, and we both laugh. When the elevator doors open, we see his parents in the middle of the living room of their luxurious apartment. My boss's smile completely disappears, and his expression changes to cold. What are you doing here? - Damian asks as we step out of the elevator. What do you mean, what are we doing here? You're getting married! At least we should have found out f