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Isabella 96.

It took a while for me to get over the death of my ex. It took days actually. That was a lie, it took more than days. There were times I would be busy going through work, and I would realize that he was dead and a heavy bout of depression would hit me.

Sometimes, I would have panic attacks and it would take Damien holding me and whispering soothing words before I got myself back together.

I was deep in work when someone walked in. Her perfume hit me nose and I knew who it was. I was actually surprised that she was here. She had been avoiding me ever since I unwittingly blurted out that her mother was a cougar.

Natalia sat and made herself comfortable, gazing at me with an blank expression. She had on a peach colored couture work dress and crossed her legs.

"Please, make yourself at home," I said. I had no idea what she wanted today but she was my boss and the rules were different here. Despite the fact that we were enemies, business was business.

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