Mrs. Mannson was tired of waiting for Theo to find someone, so she devised a plan with Hank. Now, Theo sat in a club his brother had invested in, unimpressed by the flirty crowd. Sipping his cocktail, he shot a glare at Hank.
“Why did you bring me here?”
Hank smirked. “Come on, Theo. You never have fun. Enjoy the people—or at least the drinks.”
Theo sighed, rubbing his temples. “One more drink. Then I’m leaving.”
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