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Early in the morning, Omarion got up and dressed for work after the usual drill of bathing and having breakfast which was skipped sometimes anyway. He got into his car excitedly, dropped his briefcase at the back seat and sat in the driver’s seat. He was so elated and his whole body could attest to this fact. Omarion had never felt this way before. The joy he felt inside him was inexplicable. It was beyond just having sex, beyond making out with Isis. It was beyond the rounds and rounds of sex they had in his office. Omarion smiled all through his ride.

It was exactly 6:30am when Omarion’s car pulled over at the company’s parking lodge. Humming an unknown song, he stepped out of the car, shut the door behind him and opened the door of the back seat. Omarion picked his briefcase and adjusted his coat. He heaved a sigh and headed into the building leaving the door to be closed by his bodyguards. He pressed the button on the elevator and it counted from one through ten before the door o