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"You hired me a what?" Marlow Smith asked from behind clenched teeth.
"Marlow," Joey said, as if talking to a five-year-old. "It's a birthday present. You need to cut loose. You need a break."
Marlow stared at her best friend and administrative assistant, wondering if she'd taken to drinking in the middle of the afternoon. Joey stood before her, a red spandex excuse for a dress in her hands, a calm look on her perfect face. Yep, she'd been hitting the bottle.
"A break? A break does not include hiring a gigolo for the night!"
With an exasperated sigh, Joey tossed the dress on the bed. "Listen, hon, you've been working like crazy the last few months. The problems with the company ... well, you need to get laid."
"Yeah, I know, but ... a gigolo? Josephenia Vernon! A gigolo!"