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“I'll text you later, and we can plan something fun.” Lisa smiled and waved, feeling both happy and nervous about the prospect of meeting Leah after a long while. She and Leah used to be close friends in their university days, mainly because they had similar characters. The thought of the similar behavior they shared made Lisa sigh anxiously. What if Leah also had an interest in Ethan, just like she did?

I turned to Sophia again, “you mentioned earlier that you came with someone. Where is she?” “Oh,” Sophia said lightly, her voice smooth like she’d been waiting for me to ask. “That’s my very good friend, Lisa. She’s also into robotics, almost as good as I am. We’ve worked together for a while now, so it would make sense if she assists me here. I hope that’s not a problem?”

K.E.L.S.I::: Early the morning on Saturday I walked in quietly into Mr Raphael residence, I don't want Mrs Raphael naggings neither do I want her to see any excuse to talk ill towards mother. "Good morning ma' I greeted, on entering the sitting room seeing her seated on the sofa going through a magazine. "Morning...' she mumbled, not taking her eyes off the book she was reading. I noticed no one was in, I breath a sigh of relief because I was not yet ready to see Lexy neither am I ready to face Lisa his sister this beautiful morning.

As soon as it was full, I got in still listening to my sad songs and began gulping down the bottle of wine. AN: please Claire Lisa’s best friend and Claire Chase sister are two different people. Thank you for reading. I love the name and often use it in my book multiple times.

He stared at me apologetically, and got up to address his guests. A moment later, she occupied Declan's vacant seat and stretched out a hand towards me. "Hi, I'm Cassandra Jones." She said it and paused for a bit, probably waiting for me to recognize the last name. I smirked internally, happy that the name didn't ring any bells. Leah one, Cassandra zero. I eyed the hand, but took it anyway, wanting to scope out the enemy. "I'm Leah Garcia." "Oh, so you're the writer," she said, like it was a bad thing. She might've as well said, 'oh so you're the low-life'.

“Oh my God! Finally! I’m Leah — social media strategy. Welcome!” A guy with glasses offered a chill nod. “Jason. Copywriting.” The third, a woman with an expensive bob and a sharper expression, didn’t smile at all. She crossed her legs slowly, giving me an assessing look. “I’m Clarissa,” she said, voice smooth but edged. “Senior strategist.” Her tone translated clearly: And I don’t like you already. Elise finished the introductions and slipped out of the room. Leah instantly pulled me into a seat beside her. “Ignore Clarissa. She thinks she owns this floor just because she’s been here since the dinosaurs.”

She says with a shrug. "And what is my type? " "Tall, blonde, scatterbrained, fake boobs, dizzy legs..." "It's okay, I get it! "I said, raising my hand. "I'm sorry, but it's the truth. You like fake women, without any personality, sometimes I even wonder if you don't have clones of these girls that you take out every time you want. Lisa is a strong woman with a history and character. I don't want you to hurt her, she is my friend and I have grown attached to her. "