"You are in trouble! Again!"
Ramon grins victoriously at me. "And I have to play the hero again."
I wrap my arms across my chest and smirk, "It's not my fault you can't help but stalk me all the time."
Ramon snickers, "Me? Stalk you?"
I grin at him. "Yea. It explains why you are here in the middle of the night fixing my car."
Ramon sighs. "I am just from Woods Bar," he admits.
So he drinks...
"I don't drink though," he's not looking at me. He is busy using the spanner.
"And you're just from the bar."
"A friend had requested me to take her to drink so I could drive her home..."
"Oh..." is all I can say. Then a question rings in my mind.
"Why don't you drink?"
He stops for a while, sa
"You are in trouble! Again!"Ramon grins victoriously at me. "And I have to play the hero again."I wrap my arms across my chest and smirk, "It's not my fault you can't help but stalk me all the time."Ramon snickers, "Me? Stalk you?"I grin at him. "Yea. It explains why you are here in the middle of the night fixing my car."Ramon sighs. "I am just from Woods Bar," he admits.So he drinks..."I don't drink though," he's not looking at me. He is busy using the spanner."And you're just from the bar.""A friend had requested me to take her to drink so I could drive her home...""Oh..." is all I can say. Then a question rings in my mind."Why don't you drink?"He stops for a while, sa
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I take the office phone on my desk on the first ring."Ms. Clarkson," It's my secretary. "Mr. Terrence is here to see you. Can I let him in?""Yes. Please do," I hang up.My uncle gets in the office, an envelope on his right hand and a black briefcase on his left hand.As usual, he is dressed official in a black suit and a black and white dotted tie.I stand up to welcome him with a casual hug.I direct him to his seat, which is directly opposite to mine.I sink in my swivel chair and start tapping on the table with my fingers."How are you Madam CEO?," asks uncle.I can't help but smile at being called that."I am good Mr. Terrence Clarkson. What about you?" I ask him.Uncle huffs. "Elena wants Gina discharged from the me
"Ramon Darke. Who am I speaking to?"Just the sound of his deep voice makes me boil in anger."How dare you!" I snap."Camilla Clarkson?" Ramon calls in surprise. "I wasn't expecting your call this soon.""Are you happy now?" I snort. "Riana is not speaking to me because of you!"So this is what happened...Riana and Ramon went on a morning date today. The stupid guy told Riana the whole truth. That I told him that she has a massive crush on him and that the whole date was planned by me. Ramon told her that they could never be a thing but they could be friends. Riana was so angry on the phone, angrier than she was about me kissing Ramon. She said I embarrassed and humiliated her by revealing her secret to him. And to even plan a date?This whole date was to mend our friendship but it seems like it made it a whole lot worse.<
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