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Anna was delightfully late by an hour and she sort of anticipated the ridiculous outburst Drake Blunt would give.
The solemness of the night embraced her as she stepped into the elevator which tinged, a sign to welcome her inside its walls.
Like a damn routine, Anna found herself waiting with a mix of patience and impatience as the ride dragged longer than she expected. But she was soon out of the space and approaching her boss's office.
Anna couldn't detect a sexual sound, so she crossed off her boss inviting her for some kind of weird threesome off her list. Remembering to knock, Anna announced her presence and a small grunt answered from behind the doors.
The man was seated at his table, roughened hair dancing slightly to the tune of the gentle air, eyes glued on the laptop in front of him, his hand tapping away at the table with some off key rhythm.
"Mr. Blunt," Anna simply said.
Without looking up, he said softly, "You are l
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