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HUNTER’S P.O.V“Hunter, are you well?” Ramsay’s eyes narrowed as he studied my face. I blinked myself back to the present, rubbing at my eyes, resting my head in my hand.“I'm just tired,” I answered.Which was true. I was tired; the migraines never left, and on top of it all, my terrible eyesight was added to my frustration.“When was the last time you slept?” I turned to the voice; to no surprise, it was McLaren.I scoffed under my breath. When last had *he* slept?He should be the last person to ask this. I'm sure Mr Haven's having him work overtime.“Why are you here? This meeting is supposed to be private— Ramsay and I.”“I’m here representing Mr Haven. He hired Ramsay on your behalf, to ensure your mother's case is being handled well,” he answered, taking a seat right next to me.I rubbed my forehead where the headache hurt the most.“I’d prefer you weren't here. Mr Haven did say Ramsay was the best…he's handling the case well enough.”I looked at Ramsay, who nodded in agreemen

RUSELLA

VERA'S P.O.VGinger kitten sat in the kitchen, lapping at the saucer of milk and tuna I'd set out. His little pink tongue flicked in and out, completely unbothered by the wreckage sitting three feet away from him. Me.My hands still shook. I kept pressing them flat against my thighs like that would stop it. It didn’t.Hunter’s face kept flashing behind my eyes. How close he’d been, the weight of his hand over my mouth. The imprint of his fingers on my shoulders and face had burned away, but the feeling he left behind hadn't. I clearly remembered the sound I made when he wiped my tears like he had any right to touch me.Ginger kitten finished the milk and looked up at me with big, brown eyes, then padded over and climbed into my lap. I let him. My fingers moved softly through his soft fur while the rest of me stayed frozen.I had no intention of returning to Haven. I was certain, right from the moment I found out Hunter was offered a spot. The resignation letter I had drafted and alrea

BAD MEMORY

HUNTER'S P.O.VMy eyes widened in realisation, travelling back and forth between the two men."I thought we'd come to an agreement, Marizo," Mr. Haven said, his voice flat and unconvincing. "My men are on it. The shipment will be released soon."“We cannot work like this, Russella. Our buyers did not appreciate the last delay,” the old man answered flatly.“We just need time. I'm sure the Monroes will understand,” Mr Haven said calmly. “Give us a week.”Marizo laughed hysterically, throwing his head back and squinting his eyes till tears rolled out. He smacked his hand lightly against the old man, who joined in with a deep chuckle. Both shared a lengthy laugh, probably an inside joke, one Mr Haven or his other guests seemed to understand or find laughable.“You're a funny man, Russella," he turned to the older man "Isn't he a funny man?”The old man nodded in agreement, still laughing. But shortly, the laughter died, and Marizo's hardened gaze returned, steadying on Mr Haven.“We're a

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