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The more Meridians were connected more her aura was thickened. Bradly watched as Francine’s whole person changed in front of him. He could see a new strength coming forth. He was actually awe-struck and frightened. This wasn’t the first time he had abused Francine, and he feared her retribution. Still not able to move, he looked at Blake, who was smiling at Francine’s progress, and in the corner of his eye, he looked at Bradly, causing a chill to go down his spine.

Frank leaned down again. “This is the spotlight we are looking for” he exclaimed after reading the content of the letter.

✦••Kennedy••✦ “Do something,” I muttered through my teeth, jabbing Cyril with my elbow hard enough that he had to move in his seat. I didn’t have any patience left. Not even a little. Watching him sit there messing with his papers while Bradley ran circles around him was making my skin crawl. If I’d known Bradley was this sharp, I would’ve hired the guy myself. He was quick, prepared, always on point, everything Cyril was supposed to be but clearly wasn’t.

“There is no such thing as the ‘right time’ with him. He’s moody before breakfast, after breakfast, and during breakfast.” I smiled at the fondness in her voice. “I heard that.” Bradley's voice sounded from behind us, startling us. “... And it’s not entirely wrong.” He got an apple from the fridge and bit into it. “Are you good?” he asked me. I nodded. He gave me a small concerned look for a while, biting into his apple, and then left, leaving us alone. I exhaled slowly. “I shouldn’t have gone to him.” Ella snorted. “Probably not. But you’re brave for trying anyway. The guy’s like a walking fortress.”

She has never been one to conceal her own emotions. "Don't tell me he's the one pushing you away and not the other way around?" Lana questioned with a small laugh, trying to lighten up the mood. "For real, you should be commended for even putting up with that jerk even for a second." "But on a more serious note," Freda said, her tone smooth and sweet. "Brad might appear all frozen-hearted and all but he is the fluffiest and warmest person I know." "True. . .True," They all nodded, acknowledging in unison.

The overall atmosphere was clean, modern and cold. Andrew walked around his desk with a smile as Francis held his hand out to greet him. “Hello, Mr. Churchill, I am Francis John, Senior Editor at The Sterling Review, and these are my associates, Amy Anderson, one of our Junior Editors, and Julian Taylor, our Photographer.” “Pleasure”, he responded while shaking Francis’ hand, then Julian’s. “Amy”, he greeted me. “Andrew.” “Good to see you again.” “Yeah, we seem to be meeting quite often these days.”