NovelEnglish"Lance, why don't you take a seat? What kind of coffee do you like? I'll have someone whip up a cup for you,"
Monty said, trying to sound as accommodating as possible.
Lance shot him a look. "Dude, you are seriously annoying."
He didn't even bother to glance at Monty or the others, keeping his eyes fixed on Calliope instead.
"Hey, Callie, who are these weirdos? Are they your family or something? | never even heard you had family-I
figured they were all dead and gone!"
He gave the run-down office a once-over. "Why are you even working at a dump like this?"
"If you're so into running a company, | could just buy you one, you know!"
"Seriously, just let someone else handle this mess for you and cwithalready. Weren't we supposed to
head out together?"
Lance rattled on, barely pausing for breath.
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Calliope ignored him, laser-focused on her work.
Finally, without even looking up, she said, "Lance, if you don't shut your mouth, I'm gonna shove a couple of
dirty socks in it!"
Lance blinked. He shot upright from his chair.
Turning to Monty and the others, he said, "Alright, you three, centertain me. I've got nothing better to do,
and who knows how long Callie'll be stuck working."
"Absolutely, it's our pleasure!" Monty replied eagerly. He was determined to leave a good impression. If JK Group
ever ended up working with the Jewell Group, that'd be a dream ctrue.
Lance dragged all three of them over to play a game.
"Ever played poker?" he asked, pulling out a deck of cards.
Monty and the guys exchanged glances. Sure, they'd played poker, but they figured Lance, having fived abroad,
wouldn't be that great at it.
Turned out, they were dead wrong. Lance was a card shark. He played fast, smart, and ruthless-and he wanted to
bet cash.
Three rounds later, Monty and his group had lost every hand, and their wallets were hurting.
"Man, you're brutal!" Monty said, wiping sweat from his brow. "We can't beat you!" "Yeah, I'm tapped out,"
Valerian admitted. "Can we play something else?"
Monty winced at his empty wallet. He'd hoped to win a little extra cash, but now he was even more broke.
Horaand Valerian were just as shocked. Who knew this rich kid would be such a hustler?
"No offense, but you guys suck!" Lance teased, shaking his head. "If it was Callie playing, she'd havebetting
my pants by now!"
He grinned. "You guys act like you're family, but you're nothing like her. How can you be so clueless?"
Monty and Horaexchanged pained glances.
Lance kept muttering, laying into Monty and the others, especially Horaand Valerian. He went on about how
Calliope's other
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brothers-who'd grown up withel
her were all sharp as tacks, nothing like these two. He even started wondering if they were just
pretending to be her brothers.
The comparison stung. Horaand Valerian felt a pang of jealousy. Calliope was their real sister. How
he be closer to those other
guys? It didn't seem fair.
Maybe they needed to step up their gand actually connect with her, or else they might lose her for good.
Soon, Calliope wrapped up her work. She handed off sdocuments to Franco and turned to Monty and the
others.
"Alright, while I'm out, Franco's in charge. If anything comes up, just givea call."
"When will you be back?" Monty asked, looking a little worried.
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