Declan Voss “No Zara… I don't need an escort. Be… my date” The office fell silent. She turned to the left, to the right, and then to the back. Her eyes returned to me. Thump! Thump! Thump! My heart wouldn't stop beating against my chest. My folded palms became sweaty. “I... sh… should be your date?” she stammered. “Yes,” I said, turning to the folder piled up on my desk. I picked up a file and pretended to read it. “For three days,” I added If there is one thing that doesn't go down well with me, it is being told no for an answer. And with the look in her eyes, I'm going to be told a No. “Are you going to say something or have you suddenly gone dumb?” I asked. My eyes searched hers. “That wasn't part of the contract I signed” she said flatly— with a look in her eyes that says ‘this is ridiculous’ She is right. This wasn't written in the contract that the HR emailed her. “I will pay you, Zara,” I said, dropping the file. Locking my eyes with hers, I said, “You can just
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