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HAYES 

“How’s Sloane doing?” I ask the moment I slide into the backseat of the car.

Julian, seated beside the driver, glances back at me. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—amusement? Curiosity? It’s hard to tell.

“Do you mean how she’s doing with the project, or how she’s doing... personally?” he asks, his voice thick with sarcasm.

I narrow my eyes on him. “Don’t get smart with me, J