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Chapter 80
Dhruv leads me down those dangerous stairs that scare the hell out of me. Again, why do these stairs exist? What is so fancy about having a huge air gap between two steps? I finally put my feet on the floor and feel victorious for making it up here. It was not easy at all. Hard work wins. We both reach the door after then and I find Blondie joining us out of nowhere. He was with us this whole time?? Damn! I forgot about him totally. And how did he make himself so inconspicuous? He certainly got this job based on his talent to be invisible. Eleanor doesn't take just anyone. But I wonder why she took me in. I literally am the worst sugar baby out there. No etiquettes, no grace and I just literally told my sugar daddy that I don't have any feelings for him. Because I don't have any. Right?
The question doesn't sit well with something inside me. I know that I don't like him. But why does it feel wrong? Considering the fact that I have nothing wit
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