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Well it will an owner for her to make a mummy King into her friend list. " Alright now I need to get back to work and take care of yourself . I am already to late for work . Bye." She put her heels and carried her bag in a hurry and ran as fast as she could . She was never late for work but it was her first time so it was not a big deal for her though.

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The CEO And Me Author : Bayu Hidayat Translator : Yuriko *** The car that is driven by Secretary Diana began to separate from the group of bridesmaids. Some people who saw this frowned slightly in surprise. "Why is Mr. Awan going the other way?' they all wondered inside. "Ah, there may be a sudden problem or matter" Those who doesn't want to be bothered thought. A few moments later, the car that carries Secretary Diana and Mr. Awan was entered the gate of a motel which was quite close to the route they were currently taking.

Carlos “Hey Carlos, you got 20 bucks I can borrow until tomorrow?” My friend Jason’s voice intruded into my thoughts and I looked up from the autobiography of a WWII pilot that I’d been reading in the library. It was Thursday so that meant he wanted to pay me back tomorrow.

Half an hour later, I walked back out and sent Paul a message. [Paul, it's on. Starting now, I'm dropping something new every eight hours. Be ready.] His reply came quickly. [You've got no evidence. Stop trying to bluff me. Go ahead and make it public. Cooking the books will land you in prison, too!] I let out a low laugh. [Who said I'm the one going to prison? You pushed me into this. And who told you I'm using fake accounts to threaten you? Do I really need to remind you how much dirt you've got?

I exhaled, my knees buckling, palms scraping the tree as I sagged against it. Behind the woven branches, I noticed a rusted iron handle set into the trunk. It was half-hidden, so I pushed my fingers to tug it. The disguised drawer slid open with a reluctant groan. Inside there was a single leather-bound journal, It’s edges soft, and its pages filled with ink. On the cover now mostly flaked away: Lyra. I glanced toward the distant laughter of guests, then opened the book. The first sentence took me back: “Viktor used my body like it was made for fucking and lashes, and I thanked him for every scar.”

She says it nonchalantly, pushing the phone toward me. Huh? She has his number. Since when? I drop my eyes on her phone, but all my hair relaxes when I see the small brochure of The Mazur Chain of Hotels. She might be mad at me, but her brain is still working better than mine. I had not thought of looking him up on the internet. He looks like a real boss in the photo. So handsome and admirable. All in all, I have no time for admiration. I grab my phone and dial the number.

WET DESIRE ALMOND~~ The library was quiet, save for the rustle of pages and the occasional creak of someone shifting in their chair. My head was propped up on my hand, my eyelids heavy as I tried to focus on the dense text in front of me. The words blurred together, and I found myself drifting, the warmth of the room lulling me into a half-asleep state.

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