Mr. Sinclair

ngs you can ask for, a car, a house,

r. Are you going to give it to me?" She

gain. "Miss Moore, the last thing I want is for you to get clingy, I will not have

s S

you off at your place." He walked off after pay

could not help but feel stupid. "What did I do? Why in the world would I ask for such a thing? I wond

*

know how to face him. She felt like

rning Mi

, you startled me. Good morning". Frankly, she was hoping he'd stay home and not show up to w

previous night and his brain did a complete wipeout of yesterday's events. Too embarrassed to face him, she stayed in her cubicle, hoping he goes

sounded so

". Came the voice of her to

keep sounding like aunt Delly

lion's den, Mr. S

desk. His eyes were fixated on the paper in his hand. "Ab

r stomach. She could throw up. "Mr. Sinc

e going to my pl

". There's that cat voice ag

eyes appeared to be searching for something on her, observing her so intensely. "Miss Moore, I do not

tried to finish the hopeless sentenc

t was not a questio

on the other hand, I respect you as my employee, I think you deserve bette

ight Mr. S

up your thing

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ess, especially not the press. It felt like an honor being one of the few people who got to come here....twice! The interior, as she remembered from last time, is all white, the walls, the floor tiles, the stairs, the railings, everything. Pain

r ". She complimented. At least that w

ittle bit of finesse if you know what I mean". He sto

bit?" She

ve always put her on the edge. "Let us discuss the

tes?" She asked timidl

but if you feel lik

ir". She

er one: No

he thought it to be absurd,

of the word 'love'. Do not spea

ntinued to type in

r such a thing. After this, you will not mention it,

like a straight-A student t

, let us begin"

ound of a gong from an Asian movie