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Omarion gazed at Isis from her head down her toes. Then, he yelled out Rachael’s name. “Racheal!” Isis couldn’t move an inch. A cold shiver ran down her spine. Omarion grabbed the telephone on the table and put a call through to Racheal. “Sir?” her tiny voice responded from the other end of the call. “To my office, now!” he shouted. Racheal must have moved the phone away from her ear as soon as he spoke because his voice was loud and sunk into the ear in the most unpleasant manner that could block one’s eardrums and confine him or her to a lifetime of deafness.

In a couple of seconds, the door was opened and Racheal stepped in. Isis took a few steps aside as Racheal nearly pushed her down to the floor. “Sir Omarion…you called me” she said. Omarion was even more furious. Racheal was well aware of the reason why he had called as soon as she saw Isis but pretended not to have a clue. She faked a smile which she flashed at her boss. His face was blank. Racheal sucked in her fake smile as