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orted rudely,

though, as a medium size table suitable enough for an office sat

which is opposite to the man's own and s

paperwork littered around with a laptop which was pl

igarettes, a lantern and a small ashtray with ashes

she was looking for as she imm

one stick from it, putting it between her lips, she lit it pr

it out in th

k is still turned to her. she massag

immediately in the speed of light, his wrinkled scary scar face squeezing up a

or too long!"He spat angrily in her face but she sh

t better to be late than never? What would you do if I never show up

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anai to you...don't ev

ion nor did her facial appearance change but

no room for argument nor contradiction and

that Altansanai and he nev

e adopted her but that doesn't mean they're close or have a father and da

ving him the respect as her fost

doesn't give him the right to pet her or e

and that's the only relationship they

the right to shorten her name? He's her boss so he ought to

s. order and deliver. She careless

her can call her the way they pleased and no one else but one per

touched it around the huge scar on his face which started zygoma narrowing esc

nsanai, aren't you? don't forget I.AM.the boss.!"He thundered, staring deeply into her eyes

igned and looked away, his wrinkled face squeezing more in anger. "I'm fuck

l it, then pointed it at her head "

d the smoking of her cigar. After inhaling a lar

n s

like one and get straight to the point. St

e? Why did yo

t has to do with her, a daredevil, decided to forf

I fucking told ya to fucking

ill needs to eat my chicken lap.

fuck does

got to grind him, onl

special chicken laps soon." she smirked da

tear him. But I got to be patient and you gotta be

ing that the job is already done. But he asked

it till tomorrow,

ot ton

do my work when I am ready. And besides,

it fucking more im

ty questions. Tomorrow, I am gonna get your

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ld him to drop the almost burnt cigarettes on the as

et the messa

ket while the other held the stick in her mouth as she walked

orphan girl lost her parents at

s Desmond Elliot who was

ction, a stone heartless kil

sfaction especially when it ha

rds, n

rglass figure, flawless smooth skin, an Oval face wit

coupled with her big butt and hips makes her look goddamn alluring

ies which made it easy bringing them under

er's side and entered her Mercedes Benz car. She pressed the car CD filling the car with a cool b

r, she zoomed off a

her hand held the cigarette stick sippi

phone rang. she swiped the answer button and raise

listened attentively, not interrupting

affirmed when the cal

another turn, she spe