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—CHRISTIAN— “ Hello Mrs. Morgeto!! “ I said as soon as she picked up the call. “ Good evening Sir.” Came her amusement laced reply. “ It seems like you already know my intention of calling you.” I asked, heading out of my office. “ Not at all Sir. I can never guess that you want me to take another leave because you want to make dinner for your lovely wife with your own hands.” She said in the utmost serious tone.

Thank you! Cie, Love lots!

data-p-id=0527f36f19ddd9af515c01834137dcb3,An hour later. data-p-id=b78570e17623cb640232e2c7087baf07, "Miss Lane, it is so good to see you home again." Madame Roxana, my mom's personal maid greets and yes, we all have personal maids here but I preferred to refer mine as an assistant rather than a maid. "Hello Roxy, it's also nice to see you." I hug her briefly, flaunting the most insincere smile I could offer. No hard feelings towards Roxy but I hate getting too close to my mom's puppets, they all tend to blab a lot.

"Be an obedient wife, dear!" TBC.

she said quietly, "but, do you know how long he's been back?" Without pausing in her typing, she replied, "Not long, dear." Cadence nodded, wondering what the word "dear" really meant. She hoped the older woman would elaborate but when she didn't, she attempted to ask a follow-up question. "Is he..." "Mad?" Mrs. Carminati supplied. "Yes," Cadence confirmed. Mrs. Carminati stopped typing and peered at Cadence over the top of the rather high counter that surrounded her desk. "Did you have an orientation, dear?" she asked in an almost sickeningly sweet voice.

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a deep, authoritative voice answered. Mrs. Rodriguez’s expression softened slightly, but her tone remained firm. “Dr. Ramoray, it’s Martha Rodriguez,” she said smoothly. “I need your help. It’s urgent.”

"Who are you?" The old woman smiled kindly and said, "You can call me Mrs. Bennett. Mr. Larson is like a son to me." Jean pursed her lips and greeted politely, "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bennett." Mrs. Bennett nodded. She looked pleased with Jean's good manners. She quickly urged Jean to take a seat and brought her some tea. "Here, have some tea. I'll make you dinner later." Jean nodded gently. Her movements seemed quite reserved. After Mrs. Bennett eyed her for another moment with a satisfied look in her eyes, she turned away and headed for the kitchen.

*Sighs* Dear fellow readers, I invite you all to my funeral

The company needs this. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to banish the haunting image of the mountain of debt that had plagued her sleep for months. "Niana? Are you still in there?" Patricia’s voice drifted through the door, followed by a rhythmic, gentle knock. "The Millers are downstairs. Don’t keep them waiting too long, darling. First impressions are everything."