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Silvia replies making me alert all of a second. " Bring that note to me, right now."

She replied anxiously, still standing at the same spot, far away from me. "I'm just here for a girl talk." I chuckled. I stood up and headed to her mini bar and took out a wine and observed it for a moment, then turned back to her and smiled. "I must say your taste has really improved. One of the benefits of rubbing on what doesn't belong to you. But be warned, everything that has an advantage comes with disadvantages." I chuckled again. I took out a glass and opened to wine. I took the first gulp then handed over to her, then it came to my conscious when she stood there disapprovingly watching as I hand over a glass of wine to her.

My hand was shaking as I was accepting their request. I also had more than a thousand notifications, thanks to Noah's tag on my name on his post. I was browsing my I*******m account when I saw Anne's latest I*******m post. Her post kill all the excitement that I felt earlier. It was a picture of her and Andrew. It was a candid shot. They look happy and in love. Anne's caption says it all. "Partner"

I pull my hands forward and shrug my shoulders. I walk out to the room to notice he wasn’t there. My eyes involuntarily land on the mini-bar. Without giving it much thought, I open it up and a part of me is happy to see it loaded with some alcohol. I pull one out and remove the cork open with a ‘pop’ sound.

"Do you mind if I record this, Mr., I mean, um, Van?" "By all means, please record this, Cami." His lips tipped up on one side, deepening just one dimple. It had to be a practiced move because it worked and my insides turned to mush. I needed Tyson here to throw ice-cold water over me. I reached into my bag with trembling fingers and pulled out one of my recorders. I turned it on and sat it on the arm of my chair. I pulled my notebook from my bag and flipped it open. All without looking at Van.

, he mumbles. "Ok", I sigh. Author's note: there's a tiny note in the review box. Please check it. I don't wanna enlarge the chapter with a big note.

A complicated, brilliant, infuriatingly compassionate person who was systematically dismantling my carefully constructed understanding of myself. "You're staring," Eli said without looking up from his laptop during our Monday morning production review. "I'm not," I said, which was a lie. I was definitely staring. I'd been staring for approximately forty-five seconds while watching him make notes in a way that was completely focused and somehow magnetic. "You are," Eli said, finally looking at me. "Every time you think I'm not paying attention, you look at me like you're trying to figure out how I work." "I'm not," I said again, because I didn't know how to admit that I was actually trying to