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46. Can't get over you
Abraham
"Abraham, are you listening?", Shabbir jerked me as I looked up from the ground.
"Yes!", I had almost three pegs in one go. My anger and frustration were eating me up. I didn't understand what was happening to me, what she was doing to me.
"We were talking about the materials. Arben saw them but he is saying he can't turn Daniel down now", Victor said.
"He'll fucking do it soon. Bloody Daniel", I gulped the next peg.
"Relax Bhai. You never go crazy after something. Calm down and think properly", Shabbir said.
However, I didn't let him win this deal and definitely Amayra. He couldn't have her, no matter what happened. I rolled my eyes around the hall to look for Amayra but she was nowhere to be seen. Daniel was not even there.
"What happened?", Victor asked.
"Where's Amayra? She is nowhere", I urged.
"Abraham, please. We were talking about the deal. You keep going back to talk about her",
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