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Unfortunately for her, the salary Kade had advertised was designed to make reasonable people reconsider their dignity. Hazel released a slow breath and placed her bag back on the chair. “Good.” I picked up my phone, already dismissing her. “Close the door behind you.” She reached it before I spoke again. “Miss Montenegro?. Hazel turned cautiously, one hand still wrapped around the handle. “What?” “That jacket is obnoxious.” Colour warmed her cheeks, although the disgust in her expression remained untouched. “Lock your door next time, Mr. Wood.” Then she stepped outside and shut it firmly between us.

The very reason why I never really into a commited relationship with anyone ever since high school. I was ready to tell Jordan about her- my childhood first love, but I stopped when I heard her name from his mouth. Jordan been talking about her non-stop ever since he met her. I want to denied that they were the same Hazel, but I can't. Deep down I know it's her. The Hazel that Jordan been talking about is really her. And the way he talked about her, it seems like he had no idea at all about who she is. Did Jordan knew Hazel is Aunt Mary's niece? Is that why he worried so much about her? But I know it's impossible since Jordan never really care about his father. But still, why did he care so

Hazel stood in Axel's office, a duster in hand, as she meticulously wiped the dust off the shelves. The soft hum of the air conditioner filled the room, creating a cocoon of tranquility around her as she worked with quiet diligence. As she focused on her task, lost in the rhythm of cleaning, the door creaked open, and Axel entered the room. Hazel's heart skipped a beat as she turned to see him standing there, his gaze meeting hers in a moment of silent recognition.

HAZEL’S HOUSE – STILL IN THE MORNING Hazel stood in front of the mirror, slipping her books into her shoulder bag. She was dressed casually, hair in a messy ponytail, earbuds in, head bobbing lightly to the music. The sharp sound of a car horn outside made her flinch. She yanked out one earbud and walked over to the window. Her eyes narrowed the moment she saw the sleek black car parked in front of the gate. She frowned deeply when she saw the plate number , she immediately recognized it has Randy's car.