The Mafia Boss Special Slave
ated from time to time, although no messages of higher priority came in. Mikel, feeling the air was thick, noticed Emma, who was looking around the hall, as if seeking something to engage her mind. He smirked and came closer to her. “Emma,” said Mikel, as he got her attention. “Mikel?” she asked, widening her eyes. Mikel hesitated briefly, and then smiled again. “So, I was thinking... how about a dance?” Emma was taken aback for a second before bursting into a fit of giggles. “Mikel, are you really suggesting that I would be your dance partner?” Mikel laughed, enhanced by a sheepish gesture of scratching the back of his neck. “And what is wrong with that? I think we are both here and even if
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