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Twenty-one
Anelia stood outside the manager's office and tried to gather her thoughts one last time. Now was good a time as any to face the manager and get some answers. Cowering back was no longer an option. It might have worked for her but, it was high time she stood up for herself.
She had talked to Mr Furler that one time when he had literally schooled her about how, at La Vida, they had their
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"You do realise that that doesn't really explain why he didn't do a follow-up to see if you were aware or not? And, how could you sign the contract without even reading the clauses, A? You didn't even know your employer was and now this? I should unfriend your ass right about now. Are you even listening to me?"Anelia looked around her at the dozens of tables in the break room. Some tables only occupied by a few employees and others none. She swept her eyes over one particular table. There sat the Dappers. They were conversing among themsel
Cold Twenty-three
"It's a mild fever, but I expect it'll clear in a few days. She needs to rest, keep warm and take it easy. I don't know what she has been doing, but it looks to me like her body was overwhelmed."Dexter nodded and led the doctor back to the living room. If he had been any doctor, their liaison would have ended there and he would have left. But, Doctor Payne was his friend from college days and he showed no signs of leaving soon.
Cold Twenty-four
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Cold Twenty-five
Natie yawned and rolled away from the edge of the bed. She threw her hand and leg carelessly to the other side of the bed and furrowed her brows when she felt her leg and arm land on something soft. "You are the worst haphazard sleeper I know," she heard Anelia grumble beside her. Natie giggled and groggily opened her eyes. She didn't remove her leg and arm atop her sister but shifted closer as if to only get more comfortable. It was no lie that Natie was a very unstable sleeper. She could go to sleep with her head on the pillow and wake up with her head almost hanging off the edge of the bed and her feet laying on the pillow instead."You're the one in my bed," she cheekily replied before closing her eyes again. Not that she was complaining. To Natie her sister was like a big warm blanket and she felt strangely comforted and safe when she was around."You're the one that's in my bed," Anelia countered with a dazed voice. Natie opened her eyes again and looked around the room."Oh, t
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