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he offered politely "Oh sure, I wouldn't mind. Are you sure?" I ask him "Yeah," he says before it says he was requesting to change it to a video call. I accepted and put my phone up on my desk as I took out my folder and a pink pen. I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose Slightly and winced when I heard a bottle break. "What was that?" Chase asks I look at the camera and play dumb, furrowing my eyebrows, "What was what? Did you hear something?" I ask him

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

There was never a need to rush. Because now— He knew where to find him. The next day is quieter. Structured. Predictable. Nikolai arrives early. Not because he needs to. Because timing matters. He takes a seat near the back of the lecture hall, posture relaxed, attention casual. Students filter in. Voices rise. Settle. Then— Arlo walks in. No hesitation. No searching. Straight to his usual seat. Bag down. Notebook out. Pen ready. Routine. Nikolai watches him for a moment.

He says, gesturing to the floor to ceiling shelves of books. Wow, I didn’t expect this much literature! “Wait, you have work to do?” I ask, suddenly taking in what he just said. He nods. “I have my own accounting firm in SoHo, and I am the Volkov Family Bookkeeper” He explains further, then turns to walk away.

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he muttered softly, "I didn't mean to startle you." She looked at him, tilting her head, her eyes questioning. "My name is Benjamin Palmer," he explained, raising his head again as he mindfully approached, willing to present himself to her as nonthreatening. "You might consider me the librarian here. Of course, I like to think of myself as the bookkeeper," he stretched out his hand, and patiently waited for her to accept it along with the warm welcome. "Perhaps there's one that might interest you," he invitingly commented with a friendly smile.

He thinks I stole his boyfriend from him. “If you’re giving me this shitty attitude just because you think I’m with your boyfriend then you better drop the act. He’s not even my type.” “You wish!” Miles fired back. Someone cleared his throat loudly and when I turned around, I saw the book Keeper. There was a book in his left hand with a black cover. I was expecting him to appear with a massive book but what was in his hand could barely amount to 200 pages. He dumped the book on the counter. “There you go. Our policy states that every borrowed book must be returned in three days.”

But Circe. “How much?” It was Damen’s voice that drew her out of a stupor as he was already reaching into the pockets of his coat, drawing out a fistful of pennies. “I only have this.” The merchant counted it with a pair of skeptical eyes, then shrugged with disinterest. “We need to find her. It’s the princess!” he argued.

He caught me looking at him and tried to look sadder but I didn't buy it. "It's fine. I think that it's time for us to head back to the hotel. We will meet you in the evening tomorrow for the formal dinner." Skol decided and everyone agreed. As we hurried back the car, Griffin leaned down and whispered in my ear. I shivered at his words. "When we get back to the room, your ass is mine." POV Unknown