Telepathy with My Dear Boss

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an explanation!

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ing with rage. "You chea

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nah's heart, leaving her

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the thugs on the streets seeme

he woman was here. Her entire attention was

ndsome and straight posture, his face c

doing here?" Hannah's eyes widened

ent. He wondered why her mother would

the tear that formed and hung

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his chest, a discomfort that led him to think, "Crying over suc

desirable?" Zane scoffed disdainfully. "D

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ved me! You must help he

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need to find a random actor to make a scene, right? And look at t

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he's an actor? Zane, have you lost your mind? He's Clyde Lawson,

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