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ered around. I search for an empty table while Clarissa goes to take our order. There's no unoccupied one except at the

m and slide into one of the seats, sending hi's their way. They chorus their greeting in between mouthfuls of food. Not long after, Cl

and whisper. "At lea

n is solely on my food, taking small sized-bites, just as mother taught me to, while conversation sizzles around me. Suddenly, one of the girls

e on it. A frown settles on my face wonderingly as I listen to the newscaster's voice.

hear a deep male voice and my head snaps up once again as I put my eyes back o

, maybe you should put. To more pleasu

when those hands, which had tattoos lining every digit of his fingers, had

ng it into something boyish. Some locks of his jet black hair f

It's a long drawn-out sigh borne out of

. The woman actually fans herself and licks her lips. The same woman who's got three kids

ry female in the canteen as they stare at the television, spell bound. They're ogling him. Openly. I ca

you going?" Claris

, remember." I thro

lk back to my office. I pick up a pad and a pen from the table and make my way to Mr. Harry's office on the second floor. I pause in front of

nt of him. I pay him no mind as I stand a short distance away. Mr. Harry pauses

I could, sir." I force

tleman back to your office. He wants to send some cargo to

s not my job, but the man sitting in front

am . . . we

s h

with the

with the

s the devil-may

an put a nam

Thun

t hard for me to breathe, making it hard for me to see. I don't want to be affected by this man but his energy is

hat kind of control

. I jut my chin, wondering if there are any stains on the pantsuit I hav

ant b

his and shift them to Mr.

ticipation making my heart beat faster. I sense, rather than hear him walking behind me. He's as light as a cat on

as I can't help it. Before I'm able to walk any fu

iately break out

,