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15. Torturing the Torture
"Rehor! Happy seeing you, it has been a long time since I met you." The redhead chirped, there was a taunting smile on her face. She must be Ms. Knight, I thought to myself. I scanned the room for Arsenio and he was standing at the far corner to my right. There were also two other bodyguards in the room. They all were standing so close to the wall as if, they were the shadows.
Arsenio's gaze shifted to me and he looked taken aback by my presence. Well, that was expected, I never told him about my job or anything about me, for a matter of fact. He scanned my entire body up and down which made my body, left tingling.
He raised his eyebrows at me as if, he was questioning 'So this was why you were purchasing men's clothes ' I shrugged my shoulders at him and concentrated on my boss who was busy grinding his teeth.
I was grateful that Arsenio didn't approach me. There were only seven people in this room. My boss and I on one hand, on the other hand, stood, Ms. Kn
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