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*Mikes POV*
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It was obvious that everything she said was lies but I don't want to extend the argument. It will lead to no where. I left the kitchen and headed to the room. I opened the door and Jennifer was busy with her laptop.
"I think you will need an assistant. A personal assistant that will be helping you."
"Personal assistant? I think there is no need for that. Besides, am not complaining." I replied and sat on the bed.
"Yeah you are not complaining but there are needs for that. We have many work to do the next month and putting all on your shoulders without an assistant will exhaust you and as well as delay the works. You understand what am saying?
"Hmm, you are making sense but why not leave it till next month lemme check and know if it's something am going to do or not." I replied.
"What are you saying? Are you not happy that someone will
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