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I select my capsule and place it in the machine and listen to it make the noises of coffee coming through. Looking around, I could just stand here for an hour or two, take pictures of people coming and going and those milling around. I imagine black and white images that would look perfect showing the sharp lines of the inside of the building and the intricacy of expressions on people’s faces as they go about their morning. “Ava Gardner?” A young girl dressed in black trousers, a la Audrey Hepburn style with an off the shoulder black fitted top extends her hand towards me. “I’m Emilia. Darla’s assistant. Pleased to meet you.” I shake hands with her.

Her silver hair was tied with a black scrunchie and she was wearing a beautiful titan watch in her left hand. Despite possessing such exquisite features, Emma never wore any makeup. Claire was also befuddled by this fact as to why that girl wore no makeup on such a big day when the entire female staff had first visited a salon before coming to the company. The CEO of Knight Corporation was rumored to be a young and hot guy so they didn’t want to let go of their chances of wooing the billionaire. But Emma was an exception. She didn’t even ask Claire about his arrival which was something shocking yet weird.

“Which is probably the best place for her, sis.” He scowled. “She’ll be able to get help there.” “Oh, God! Tell me you don’t mean that!” Didn’t he? Griffin didn’t know. But what he did know was that his morning had been a lot better before Emeline had rushed into his office, bringing to mind a girl he’d rather strip from it altogether. 'Gloriana "Glow" Templeton'. Currently considered one of the sexiest women on the planet and a very talented actress. He didn’t follow films but he’d seen her first one, some art-house rubbish made by a precocious upstart of a director about the end of the world.

IF YOU STILL HAVE PROBLEMS, LET ME KNOW AND I WILL TRY TO HELP YOU AS MUCH AS I CAN. EMMA

Sunlight slipped through the trees in golden strands, and the sound of birds filled the air. A woman knelt in a small clearing. She was tending to a wounded deer, her hands gentle, her lips moving in soft whispers. Blood stained her fingers, but her touch was full of warmth. Something about her made my chest tighten. I stepped closer, my heart pounding. Then she turned. Her eyes met mine. Emilia. It was her. My throat went dry. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. She smiled at me—soft, pure, the kind of smile that could make a storm go still.

"You heard me, Tito of the Year. When are you available? Because I'm introducing you to my friend Clarisse." Damian snorted over his coffee. "Plot twist." Saben blinked. "Clarisse? Clarisse Campbell? The marketing consulting one with the relentlessly symmetrical face?" "Yes," Eliana said proudly. "Also, she's nice, intelligent, a master of sarcasm—essentially, an equal to your chaos." "I don't require an equal to my chaos. My chaos is holy. Your chaos is lonely," chimed in Grandma Leila from the couch, not even glancing up from her knitting.

James chuckled, you don't have to tell me if you don't believe me James said slightly. "Okay, everyone knows my story anyways, I don't have to bther hiding it front he world," Emily muttered shrug. "You and everyone in the Specter's mansion must have known who am I...... "Emily said, staring sadly out of the window at the row of trees they passed. "Yeah of course! you're Emily Clark, the girl with a beautiful eyes and charming smiles," replied James cheerfully, Emily snorted, " I sell my womb and I make love to my master, What's the difference between me and a white?" chuckled laughing at herself.

It looked way too false. This might just be the kind of smile she will be wearing from now on, no thanks to you. I shut my subconscious mind down and dropped the picture on my table like it burned. I was just about to ring for one of my men to get a reply ready for him when my door opened and Emilia walked in. She was dressed in one of those skirts of hers— the kind that hugs her body and leaves little to the imagination— and she had on a white crop top that stopped an inch above her belly button so her skin was exposed from her belly button down to her waist where the red skirt stayed.

Looking at her,he could still feel the presence of his wife in his life. Miranda didn't know what more to say, afterall she was not one to engage in emotional talks. " I would like to see her pictures." She finally uttered what she had been intending to say for a Long time. The picture of the previous queen was something you would never find in the search tablets. Miranda couldn't tell if it was because she was a private person or the information was deliberately pulled down.

Yet, here she was, drawn back by a cryptic letter from an unknown sender. Emilia is a vibrant 23-year-old with an infectious zest for life. She stands at an average height of 5'6" with a slender, athletic build that spoke to her active lifestyle. Her warm, olive-toned skin glowed with health, complemented by her deep brown eyes that radiated warmth and intelligence. Emilia's long, dark hair cascaded in soft waves down her back, often tucked behind her ears to reveal a pair of simple, elegant earrings. Her style is a mix of casual chic and bohemian flair, often seen in flowy dresses or well-fitted jeans paired with colorful, patterned tops. Emilia’s smile is her most striking feature, lightin