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Destiny's POV

I took another sip from my glass, my tired feet screaming for much-needed rest as my social battery continued to decrease with every passing second, but sadly the ability to deal with exhaustion was a requirement for my occupation.

I was left to mingle and create business relationships at least two times every month, and now my interactions had become rehearsed which meant the conversations held less and less excitement, in the end leaving me to want to leave before I even arrived.

"Is he the one who wrote Dreaded?" Mr Teri asked directing the question to me and I forced a smile.

"Yes that's him," I replied and he nodded as I fought back a bored yawn while also sending encouragement to my tired body.