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Clyde, who's busy in his office, was bombarded with a lot of messages about the rumor circulating all around the internet; it even got on the news and in magazines. It was a big deal that some women were already coming into his office just to confirm it in his mouth personally.

"Another woman is wanting to see you in the lobby, Mr. Smith," his secretary informed him when the door opened.

"Who?" he asked, expecting that Yvette had suddenly become clingy and wanted to see him.

"Diana Miller," he said.

Clyde's expression turned a bit disappointed. "Don't cater to anyone. But at least tell me who's looking for me.

His secretary nodded as he excused himself and closed the door.

He picked up his phone and looked at his messages, but not a single message came from Yvette. He licked his lip as he leaned against the swivel chair and started waiting for a reply.

Clyde:

Good luck with your interview.

Clyde:

Tell me when it's done.

Clyde:

I'll fetch you so we can have dinner right away.

He star