Last night, Debra caught Ashley trying to drug her drink. She confronted Ashley, laying out all the risks and consequences, but Ashley, blinded by her desire to get close to Drake, drank the spiked wine anyway. After they changed clothes in the restroom, Ashley was immediately whisked away by Peter's people.
Debra had assumed Ashley got what she wanted, but now she was dead.
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"Madam?" Ben pushed the door open and, noticing her pale expression, asked, "Didn't sleep well last night?" "No, it's nothing," Debra replied, rubbing her temples and closing the news tab.
"Mr. Houston has been waiting downstairs for a while now. Should I let him up?" "Are you his employee or mine? Why are you speaking up for him?" "It's just that he's been down there for a while, and a lot of our employees have noticed." "So? It's not the first the's cby." "He brought a car full of flowers this time." Now Ben had Debra's attention. She walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains. From her vantage point, she could see Marion standing beside a convertible, its backseat overflowing with flowers. A small crowd had gathered to snap pictures. Debra's face darkened. Marion stood there, utterly shameless.
"For the sake of our company's image, maybe..." "He can stand there all he wants. It's not my reputation on the line." Debra sat back down at her desk, though it was clear her mind wasn't on work.
Ben cleared his throat. "If I may, with the new reality show coming up, you'll be spending a lot of twith Mr. Nichols. Maybe you should let Mr. Houston know ahead of time, so there's no ." Debra glanced at the project proposal for 'Hello, Ex' and irritably slammed the folder shut. "Fine. Let him up." "I'll go tell the receptionist. And should I accept the flowers too?" "Wait, did I say anything about taking the flowers? Tell him to take them back." "Okay." Ben's disappointment was clear as he left the office. Debra called him back one last time. "Hold on." "Yes?" "Tell him to park the car in the lot. All those flowers are way too much." "Right away, ma'am." After Ben left, Debra stared out the window again, feeling her frustration build.
Last night, she had gone straight home, leaving Marion standing outside. And now, here he was again, chasing her to the company. If she didn't deal with him soon he might even show up at the filming location.
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