Clara"What did he want? What did he ask you?" Julian was already at my office by the time I got there, his hands folded across his chest as he rested on my desk. I exhaled and settled into my seat frost before replying. "Just the same.""The same what?" He asked, his eyes widened like I wasn't telling him anything. "He's still asking if I'm his late wife. Nothing serious." I replied, trying not to make big of the matter. No matter how pissed Adrian made me, I didn't want to get Julian involved. He had a mafia friend who killed for fun and he took the lightest matters seriously. If rather handle things myself than get him involved. "It's not nothing serious. It's as serious as violating your privacy." He spat, his face twisted into a frown. "I hate his aura, his ego, everything." "Calm down Julian, you'll get yourself worked up for nothing. He's just looking for his dead wife. He probably thinks I'm her because we look alike. What he needs is time to heal and accept the fact t
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