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(Amber's POV) I waited for the man to leave through the crowd and as soon as I saw his back disappear out the door, I took the business card he had handed me out from between my cleavage and threw it in the closest trash can. I turned to find Ryan staring at me with a complicated expression before that all too familiar sneer was back on his face. "I hope you were satisfied with that performance." I forced out, failing to keep the irritation from my voice as he continued to glower at me. "It was all too believable. If I didn't know better, I would think that you actually had some interest in our little Mercenary leader." He shot back, his tone accusing and I couldn't help but snort at his sudden jealous streak. "You wanted me to throw myself at him.." "I said to do whatever was necess