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A visit in prison
While everyone around her was busy working and chatting, Blair was packing her bag. She kept all her belongings in her strapped leather bag and zipped it up. She had informed Raiden that she was taking a half day, since she had an appointment with Mr Park.
"Oh, Blair? Why are you packing already?" Her coworker inquired with an annoying high-pitched tone. Blair held herself from rolling her eyes. She questioned herself about why did she dislike Alice so much. She guessed it was because the blonde beauty also had her eyes set on their hot boss, Raiden Kingston.
But it was in the past. Alice liking Raiden did not bother her now. So why was she still repulsed by her?
"Just because she got a rich husband, she thinks she can do whatever she wants."Alice, not so discretely, commented to herself before Blair could get a chance to answer. This time she did not stop herself from scoffing loudly and rolling her eyes.
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