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I took my girlfriend to a fancy dinner for our anniversary.

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“Ms…?”

“Ava Collins,” she said.

He nodded as if he had already decided her name did not matter.

“Let’s speak in my office.”

“No,” I said.

His smile flickered.

“Excuse me?”

“We were humiliated in the dining room. We can resolve it in the dining room.”

A few guests near the bar turned slightly.

Martin lowered his voice. “Sir, there’s no need for theatrics.”

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