Chapter 12 A Lunch With Ill-intent

Jenny's POV

I watched Barbara from across the table, barely suppressing a grin as she fidgeted in her chair. Ten minutes. That's all it had taken for the drug to start working its magic. My gaze lingered on the sheen of sweat forming on her forehead, the slight flush creeping up her neck.

"Is it h...

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