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CHAPTER 17

THALIA ISABELLE

Giovanni is watching me browse the computer while he is sitting calmly on a sofa, watching my every step and I just shook my head.

“If you are not contented with what is shown from the computer then find it in these piles of papers,” he said and pointed at the wooden organizers. There are lots of them but thankfully they are ordered by year and alphabetically.

“Why don’t you help me instead of sitting there?” I sarcastically asked him and he just shrugs his shoulders. “In this company, I am not your husband or partner, I am your boss,” he said cockily, and since he cuts my patience.

I threw him an eraser and it is the bull's eye.

“Get out of my sight, Mr. Brickser,” I said to him. “I don’t need the boss’ presence here,” I added and faced the wooden organ

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