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CHAPTER 6
“Since I have nothing to do for the evening, let’s talk a little bit more about what I’m expecting for the money I’m paying you,” Phoenix continued abruptly. “First things first… Your clothes.”
“My… clothes?” she repeated blankly, her mind still back on her disturbing weakness for the Doctor. “What about my clothes?”
“I suppose that you do own something other than that black skirt and white blouse you wear every Friday, don't you?”
Genie thought of all the designer clothes hanging up in her wardrobe in her father’s house. Such wonderful outfits, timeless classical styles. She didn't doubt they would still be where she left them. She would have no trouble getting them if she went during the day when her father was at the office.
“Actually, I have quite an extensive wardrobe,” she replied coolly
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