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Lucas's pov:

My eyes rested on Mira's fleeing figure as she forced herself into my suit wardrobe.

My fucking suit. My stomach twitched at the thought of her dishevelling my well ironed dresses.

Still a part of me found it amusing. Her little cretinous act made my lips curl up to a noticeable snicker.

Why on earth was she hiding? It's pointless, because whoever was at the door wouldn't come in.

I pulled the handle forward and Ms. Gaga stood at the door, carrying a glass tray of meals.

"Good-"

"I'm not hungry," I said, completely cutting off her greetings.

Her bright smile vanished immediately as she turned to go after a bow.

"From now on, Elizabeth makes my meals,"

"Huh? But…yes Don," she looked surprised, as she nodded hesitantly.

"Tell her to get her fucking ass off that bed and start work! She's not here to sleep!" I warned, shutting the door with a loud bang.

Walking briskly towards the closet, I pulled it open forcefully only to be greeted with a surprise hug. Mira fell swiftly
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