Chapter 22: Persian Food

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                                                                        Angel Rubbing my forehead, I stared up at the glass door as Penelope walked in, "You have a Faye downstairs. Should I send her up?" She asked while my heart raced. I gave a nod, "Penelope, always let Faye up. Always." I emphasized watching her smile softly and nod. Cleaning up my office space quickly, I eyed the clock, it's four which means she's probably finished the dress fitting but what's she doing visiting me? Stay calm and cool Angeles, calm and cool. The glass door opened and I watched Faith slowly step in giving me a small smile, "Sorry I know it's unannounced but I heard something today." The smell of steak filled my nose. She shut the door and walked over, my eyes trying so hard not to graze up her body

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