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look familiar?” Gigi murmured,
gripping his hand cordially. Her brow creased. “It sounds really familiar.”

 
    “Oh,” Ollie replied through his
teeth, “no reason.”

 
    Ollie sat back down, clearing his
throat and fixing his shirt a bit before taking a sip of his coffee. I couldn’t
help but grin, watching Ollie squirm as Gigi fixed her scrutinizing gaze on
him.

 
    “No. I know you from somewhere,” she
said, leaning back to take Ollie in more completely. “Ollie… that’s short for—”

 
    “Please don’t,” Ollie interrupted,
his voice laden with the faintest whimper of embarrassment. But Gigi couldn’t
be stopped, her eyes wide with realization.

 
    “You’re Oliver Walters, Sr.’s son ?!” she hissed, her dark eyes turning
on me. They flashed under the fluorescent lights of the restaurant, reminding
me of a cat about to pounce on its prey. “You brought my boss’ son here? Are you insane?!”

 
    “You keep using that word,” I said
with an overdone Spanish accent. “I do not think it means what you think it—”

 
    “No,” she interrupted, wagging a
finger, “no pop-culture references. Do you know what would happen if my firm
found out what I was doing— actively defrauding a client’s will with an arranged marriage?”

 
    “I won’t tell anyone, I promise,”
Ollie said, his hands up. “Dorian’s my best friend. I’ve got his back.”

 
    “It’s not Dorian’s job that’s on the line,” Gigi said, sighing before
motioning to the pre-nup sitting on the table. “Just look that over and we’ll
talk if you have any questions.”

 
    “Well, my client and I—” Ollie began, but a growl from my soon-to-be-wife
silenced him immediately. “Sorry. I’ll be quiet.”

 
    Ollie took the pre-nup from the
table and started to read through, mumbling softly to himself. I had every
confidence in Ollie to give me fair warning if I was being screwed over, but
something told me that Gigi wasn’t the kind of person to take advantage of anyone.

 
    I smiled, turning back toward her as
she idly stirred her coffee. She was watching Ollie like a hawk, so intent that
I wasn’t sure I’d even seen her blink once the entire time. She was an odd kind
of woman—compared to the usual women I hung around, at least. Her phone wasn’t
constantly out, she wasn’t taking pictures of herself—she was there, in the
moment. Present.

 
    “So, explain it to me in layman’s
terms, Gigi,” I said, breaking her out of her one-sided staring contest with
Ollie.

 
    She startled and blinked at me, like
she’d just been caught sleeping in class. “What?”

 
    “Explain the terms to me, and Ollie
can worry about whether the legalese is airtight.”

 
    “It is airtight,” she said, taking a breath before turning her
attention fully toward me.

 
    “The pre-nup outlines the deal we
talked about before,” she said, running a hand through her dark hair. “In the
case of a divorce, you will pay me alimony in the sum of five-thousand dollars
a month. I have no rights to any property not signed for under my name and you
have no rights to anything that qualifies under that category.

 
    “If there’s a child, boy or girl,
then you’ll also afford me an amount in child support equal to another
five-thousand dollars a month for each
child —since your inheritance states that you need a male heir, or to be in
the process of producing one—to keep your inheritance, then you’re going to foot
the bill for any children that don’t fall under your grandfather’s draconian
rules.”

 
    “That seems fair enough,” I said,
nodding thoughtfully, “What about custody?”

 
    “Half and half,” she said, “an evenly
shared custody agreement for all of
the children. The first male heir will inherit your family’s entire estate,
along with comparatively smaller inheritance for your other children upon your
death to be determined by your will, none of which