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Overhaul

He was wearing a black waistcoat over a white shirt. He walked towards her cabin smiling, like he had just won a game of pool. Eyes followed him till he halted near Anya's cabin. She looked at him, utterly confused.

" Sir, to what do I owe this pleasure?" She tried to sound as sweet as possible. Ronan never came upstairs, not once in the whole week that Anya had worked or even before that.

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