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years

ls with the private investors before your flight to San Francisco, " Joana, my PR

me is th

pm,

ailored suit, my platinum blonde hair packed in a high ponytail as

in the name of marriage. I took every piece of my shattered heart; refined, reformed, and restructured it into pu

every pain into gain. And now the high and mighty sought the attention of the rejected woman. A

ll, but she bluntly refused. Clenching to her homeland, refusing to

vow never to step my feet in because my mother i

I open a second branch in San Francisco and also accept the invitation from Business and fina

thinking after all these years, wi

!

of the biggest investors in my firm. I had met Desmond in

ma, " Joana's voice jolted

y office, stepping asi

I drop my bag on the d

my face beamed with excitemen

I signal Jo

e chair right in front of me, sw

gel," he spoke softly, his

o hard to earn, so des

enderness deprived of me for six years. The more

fort to round up before

be in San Francisco

ly need you by my side du

ise to be t

ang up now and finish

right, t

you

phone and concentrated o

al Airport," the voice of the flight

mories of my past. I took a deep breath; instead of getting lost in nostalgia, I shook it off m

standing in the pickup zone waiting for the private

umed, and swiftly retrieved my p

been waiting for hours, and there is no sign of hi

here by now; there must have b

ce," I snapped, and en

running towards me, batting like

eld back by traffic," h

, just take me

, after five years of being out o

petent c

ss

but was momentarily frozen when I heard a

robably a child calling h

my m

my head to the back, my eyes widened in shock

was momentarily paralyzed, unable to process the shock. The

to move. I wanted to run to escape from this scene, but

an

lf

n my head