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"Safely arrived with the VIP, over." Clara bit deep into her nails, her eyes still unsteady as it roamed through the window, the position her head had been in since she was escorted into the limo. On each side of her were security agents communicating from time to time over the earplugs stuck in their ears.Just how the fuck had a funny romantic call taken an action note?The car halted in front of Andre's building and the door was opened from one side. She watched as two female agents came down first and did a sweep of the environment, her body fidgeting in fear. Why had she been followed? Andre seemed to know a lot more than she did. "Ma'am, it's safe to alight now." One of the female agents who acted like the leader said to her, gesturing with her hands. Clara swung her small purse over her shoulder and placed one wobbly foot in front of the other, sucking in a deep breath as they led her into the building.Seemed as though she suddenly became invalid whenever she came to Andre's
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Andre's eyes darted towards Clara, as though confirming the sly Viscount's words. With a feigned amusement, he replied calmly, "Do you need help with your boredom?" But even as he spoke, he took hold of Clara's hands, linking them in his. There was ruffling of papers on the other side, followed by that chuckle she found unsettling. "Exactly, brother. You can't deny that you have all the interesting people around you. So just give me Clara, or set up a meeting for me tomorrow. I'll make the proposition to her, it will be strictly professional, I promise.""Why are you telling me this?" Viscount laughed, lowering his voice. "C'mmon, we both know how you hold onto things till they get suffocated and have to flee in order to get away. You are well familiar with that, aren't you?"Andre's muscles ticked and flexed in quick succession. She was truly confused at this point, wondering what Tony was talking about and why such cryptic words had Andre reacting so visibly.What the fuck was he
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"See you tomorrow, ma'am." Was there any limit to the heights of success humans aimed to climb?If Clara had thought of her position as an executive assistant a turn around which had elevated her status, then being offered the position of a fashion design tech was in non-simple words, an acceleration. Nothing was simple about her life anymore; she had people book appointments to see her and employees she accounted for. Being secretly involved with a global business mogul wasn't nearly the most complex thing in her life right now, perhaps observing the shadows who failed at following her discreetly was. She could see them now as she opened her car, could hear their footsteps as they apparently hurried to board the car next to hers. At first she had thought that their inability to go unnoticed was a flaw on their part, till she realised that it was very intentional. They weren't hiding the fact that she had security because they were sending a message to Tony Viscount.Or in more blu
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