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MARCUS stepped out of his office with a tablet tucked under his arm, already mid-thought about an email he needed to respond to, when his eyes landed on the familiar figure seated in the reception.

Charles.

Leg crossed over knee, phone in hand, bouncing his foot like a man whose nerves were working overtime.

Marcus paused.

“Well, damn,” he muttered, then louder, “look what the wind dragged in.”

Charles sprang to his feet the second he heard Marcus’s voice, almost knocking over the sleek leather
sheilla

His girlfriend is stopping by, what a drama!! 😆

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Charles is a loser. I hope she finds out soon.
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