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24 - Please Come Back
Alex's POV;
I've been very busy the last few days, and my work as a designer has only been bringing more to my plate.
Right now, I'm on my way to a deport spot, to get the fabrics that were delivered for me. I never thought much of getting an assistant to help me with my work, as I was not yet that big in the fashion industry, and I wasn't doing enough to need a P.A
However, after joining Amos's fashion house, things have taken a sharp turn in the opposite direction. I'm either running from one official meeting to the other, picking up my personal fabrics and materials, getting my designs done, helping the company with its new fashion line, hanging out with the girls, taking care of Amos, and dealing with my divorce issue.
To be honest, it does bother me that Damon hasn't called, or bumped into me in the past few days. What if he's moved on? What if Ava is doing much more than sitting idle? What if I'm underestimating her, and she's keeping up with th
Aider KwinLooks like Alex's life is about to take a brutal blow. What's going to happen? Did fate just throw Damon out of the way of helping her?đź’”
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