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her aunty explained, “I have heard you, I will visiting on Sunday” Clara said and she ended up with the phone conversations, and she walked to the living room and she sat on the executive sofas watching television, and Isaac came to asked, “did you need anything?“ “eh, yes, I need a cup of coffee and little milk” Clara retorted, “sorry, boss said that I should not give you coffee” Isaac said, “alright, am fine” Clara said, and she walked to the kitchen and asked, “where Is the coffee”

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I can’t believe I called my one and only crush a wall! You piece of poop. Summer you should go and see the doctor. Oh.. I know, you should go home and eat your moms cake and play call of duty.. Yeah, that will help me for sure. Gahh!! if only I kept my freaking mouth shut, none of this would have happened but no.. Ms. clumsy here is one stupid person who can’t control her stupid mouth of hers.

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Clara stamps her foot and wails into the phone not letting him take the slightest breath. Clara's interest has been piqued just as Mr. Corbin wants it to and she is so eager to hear all about the story. Her curiosity is so high to the point that her body is shivering. If she could get out everything from him herself, she would've done it. It has been a long time since anything piqued her interest and right now she just can't wait to hear it all.

Shamira muttered. "Speaking of which, she called a few minutes ago," Clara said. She was sitting on the edge of the pool, letting the Sea Serpents swim by and tickle her toes. "She told me to tell you hi, and not to freak out but that she was going out with Clyde tonight and was . . . and these her words, not mine . . . hoping to get lucky."

Clara was so annoying, I wondered if this was how much she hates me. I have been looking after her since yesterday and didn't even get a thank you, talk more of a hug. "To hell with her" I let out a scoff, heading to my bathroom to have a shower. My mind was made up never to be bothered about her any longer, she was just my maid after all. Hours passed and Clara didn't come back, even when I ordered for my dinner she didn't come with the maids. "Seems like she wasn't fully enlightened about her job" I whispered the moment I saw the maids entering and Clara was no where to be seen. After eating dinner, I brought out her diary and began to read. The next page drew my attention so bad because

Mark hurried over and immediately hugged Alice, whispering calming words in her ear. He did not even glance at me as I stood with a shocked look on my face. Only after Alice's tears stopped did Mark finally turn to me. He just frowned and started scolding me without asking any questions. "If you're innocent, why were the nuts found in your pocket and not someone else's? "Admit what you did and apologize to Alice. It's not going to kill you. "Mr. and Mrs. Clark didn't send you here to pick on a poor girl!"

I would play it better. --- Meanwhile, across town… Claire gripped the steering wheel with one hand while holding her phone to her ear with the other. “Get everything there is to know about Liam Raul King,” she said into the line, her voice steady and commanding. “Everything, even before he became who he is today. You can do that, can’t you?” “Of course, madam. Thank you for using our service,” the voice on the other end replied smoothly. Claire ended the call and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

Her fingers were soft and warm to the touch. She gently shook my arm, her voice softening into a playful coaxing tone. "Come on, do it for my sake and have dinner with me." She winked at me playfully, lowering her voice. "I'll tell you a secret about Clara." The refusal on the tip of my tongue somehow faltered. "Okay." Just then, a loud crash at the door startled both of us. A young receptionist followed behind Clara anxiously. "Mr. Hale, I'm sorry. This lady insisted on coming in, and we couldn't stop her—"