TOO LATE TO WANT ME BACK, MR CEO

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have been sent

nt's voice and incline my head, lett

rides out. It's no secret that I've b

ff my anger ever since my father

etting fed up one night a few weeks back and thre

ty six year old assistant and have her cry to

finally let go of the morose cloud hanging over me an

s staring back at me and I hesitated at the

en I saw that my father sent an invitation t

genous artists and fabrics. I scoffed at the

to siphon money off his com

e invitation. There was a lot worse that the m

ll be there, but late, and ignore his resp

ome up for air till Leila rapped on m

breathe. Paul's sister just turne

ed when he learns that you keep tryi

l her out on her constant ploy at matc

your pay." Leila walked out wi

roze wheb I saw a text wait

uld you

bling when I saw that the time was now quarter p

ased a sigh of relief when I didn't see Genevieve, blue cadillac in my yar

nstripe navy blue suit I put on had me staring at myself in the mirro

the funk I was about to slip i

air conditionin in my car chilling my skin and

art foundation walked up to me immedia

see you. Your father wasn

ight kiss on my cheek, pullin

Joanna." Her eyes turned wistful, probably thi

gers across the light scruff on my jaw and Isolde smacked my bicep pla

met him at Italy with his new wife, when my gaze snagged on a fi

ead, her hand reaching out to run ag

back, now stained in a sharp blue. Her head swung both ways to ma

and looks over to wha

who'd somehow drawn closer to the wall

Hunt from making a mess of that

lde. "The Ariadne Hunt, Owner and Lead

w who the woman was. I turned back to t

clothes and luxury pieces making a wave in the fashion c

aughing loudly at something he said and at a clo

adne Hunt when it finally clicked

y wife. Ex

g with Isolde an

d that I didn't find him right

ng myself not to look back as I saw my father

because things won't end well.

and as my gaze travelled over her now long hair and slender looks, I re