CELINE "Don't tell me you got me all these clothes." I exclaimed, getting out of bed, stunned at the sight of so many designer garments laid across it. Zithan nodded, smiling. "I mean, your father told me about employing you at the office." He shrugged. "So… I got them for you." I stared at him, stunned. My father and I had only discussed the idea between ourselves. Even if I'd already decided to take the job, he'd gone ahead and told everyone before I could. I guess he was more excited than I was. "But I have no qualifications," I muttered. He shook his head and stepped closer, resting his hands on my shoulders. "We're all here to teach you," he said, his voice calm and certain. I shrugged. "Well, even if I don't have qualifications, I still have something worthy." I turned to him and winked, slow and deliberate. Zithan burst into laughter, leaning in until our faces were inches apart, his nose brushing mine. "Of course. My badass is becoming a pro, and that's enough quali
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