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Purple reminded them. Black looked at the laptop screen. “What, baby girl? Are we fighting?” “Just promise me you’ll flirt only with me. I will win this fight. We are going to win this fight.” “Only you, baby girl. I love you,” Black said. Purple stood up. “Your relationship is something else. Like a ghost. It gives me goosebumps.” Grey and Black laughed. “Purple’s bitter. You should tease Green now,” Grey said. Purple remembered the mark she had seen on Green at Blue’s condo, and she shook her head. “I can’t. Ew.”

By her right-hand side, she could see a silver-haired man with a crown on his head, holding a green jewel in hand, and on the other side is a man in a hat, having a scarred face and stripes all over his neck. "What's this?" She asked. "Open to the next page." Ethan probed and she did as she was told. On the next page lies a map of somewhere unknown. Around the pointed-out roads were green-colored images that indicated forest everywhere. In the end, a box was a dream and a green color was painted on it. Underneath is a tiny font of a word; Onyx. "Is this the challenge?" Chloe asked and soon, she was aware of Gilly's presence, behind her, looking at the magazine too.

"Come in, brother." Langit followed Green then sat next to her. "You're sick?" asked Langit. "No," Green answered yawning. "Still up? From when?" "What the hell, I have," Green said curtly. Green moved the laptop which was in front of her to be in front of Langit, so he could clearly see something on it. Looking closely at Green's handiwork, there's nothing missing from his eyes. On that screen, Langit saw its edited video in such a way. Not just one video, but a few videos. Langit satisfied with Green's work, he thought it right to hire that woman. "Good, I love it," said Langit with a big smile.

"Try to keep your foul mouth shut throughout the entire meeting, would you? I swear to God that you mess this up for me, I will dig a grave and bury you myself in it!" Diana chuckled, her eyes bickering with enlightenment. "Right." She grinned. Linda stood up, "Put on the screen, Greg." Greg moved over and went to where the 72 inches tv stood and put it on, connecting her laptops casting to the Tv, mirroring the screen of her laptop. The lawyer and planning manager took their seats by Linda's right hand side. "Are they being escorted by our creative team?" She asked the tall slim, dark haired planning manager.

________________ ________________ We move quickly towards the tree as if pulled by some weird forces and Elsa goes on her knees to try and reach the brilliant green plants that seem to glitter like someone just watered them, as she stretches her fingers towards it, her eyes aligning with the belly of the trunk, she notices more. "E! I think we need to call someone to help raise this tree from the ground, there might be enough for everyone," she says with a bright smile. "What ever you say El, you are the boss." I reply giggling with excitement.

My body buzzed from the alcohol and the orgasm. The music thumped and I let it pull me. My arms floated at the surface. My hips swayed. My wet shirt clung to my skin, see-through now, lace visible, nipples hard beneath the soaked fabric. I didn’t care. I felt hot. Wanted. And then I looked up. And froze. There, above the pool, leaning against the iron balcony railing with a drink in his hand, was him. Chance. Professor Black. His black shirt was unbuttoned just enough to show a glimpse of ink trailing down his chest. The sleeves were rolled, forearms tensed, veins tight.