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The burns of hurt
Connor looks at me when my notebook and my pen fell on the ground. He looks disappointed again, I guess what is going through his mind is that I'm clumsy. I crouch down to pick up my pen and my notebook, I stand up. I am looking again at the person who punished me for years and who doesn't have a damn heart. He smiles at me, pepper grey hair, grey eyes that are the color of the storm outside. He is wearing his navy blue Armani suit. He is an attractive older man that my mom fell in love with. But his ways and attitude makes me sick. When my mom married him, I refused to change my last name. So I kept my father's last name. "This is my new assistant, Stacy" Connor introduces us. Dan smiles at me, I cling onto my notebook against my chest. "Good afternoon Stacy" he extends his hand out t
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