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“Ex Husband.” Amara corrected. “And do I look like I care about how the fuck I treat you. You want my respect, well, you don’t got it. Now tell me, why the hell are you in my office?” “Your office?” Eugene chuckled and took a look around the office. It was classy, that he could admit. Which begged the question, how the fuck did Amara get into a position like this? Last he checked, she was some homeless orphan who’s parents died in an unfortunate car accident. “Did you use the alimony Tobias gave you to bride your way in here?” Eugene asked, allowing his gaze to settle on Amara once again. She folded her arms and intensified her glare. “That’s none of your business. Now, either state your reason for waltzing your way into my office, or get the fuck out.” Nodding, the older man dipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small brown envelope. He tossed it on the table without second thought, expecting Amara to pick it up. She did not. Wow, he thought, this new version of Amara was r