Vince called. Sweat was dripping off his voice.
“Markus, you won’t believe this. Some agency’s at Mom’s house and she’s about to film a commercial for you know who.”
Markus didn’t agree with his Mom’s political stance, but he never thought she’d get enamored enough of this guy to agree to a commercial.
He sped to her townhouse.
There she was, underneath a …
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