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Jerika's brow furrowed as she turned to the direction of the voice and found Reagan staggering in. What?

Surprise crept into her face, as well as the faces of the guests. He was casually garbed in a pair of black pants and a white top that had alcohol stains on it. His eyes rimmed with red and were baggy, giving her a hint of how much he'd been drinking, and probably sulking.

'Why was he looking that way? Who let him in?' she pondered. 

He took staggering steps towards her, making the press redirect their cameras to him. Swiftly, Jerika's securities sprang into Reagan's way, restricting him from going any further. 

"No. No. Let me go. Don't you know who I am? I'm her P.A" he spoke dizzily, pointing at Jerika. 

"Yes, I'm sure I know this guy. He used to follow her around."

"That's Reagan, right?"

"Did he get fired? I was won

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