Thirty-Five

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“What are you doing?” I questioned, staring dead in his eyes. “Just make yourself comfortable, we have a lot to talk about,” he smiled, attempting to take my hand too after dropping my bag on the table, “Come on.” I removed my hand from his grasp forcefully, giving him an unimpressed look, one he didn't seem to like very much, “Don't touch me, why are you suddenly wanting to touch me?” I queried. “It's not necessarily a big deal, I promise. I just need you to be comfortable for this meeting as it'll take some time. We've not had one in a week and the due date is drawing nigh,” he explained, “So please, drop it, and please sit.” “Maybe because you speak with your guests with such a mannerless tone that's why that b***h at the front desk thinks she can as well,” I retorted, moving away f

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