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͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ [Y/n] ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉
"What's my plan for today, love?"
Kimber asked, taking an extravagant drag from his cigar. The smell of smoke mixed with coffee spread across the room, making me question why the maids didn't open them for a breeze of fresh air.
It wasn't my place to decide though. Instead, Kimber was in charge. Billy fucking Kimber.
With a grin on his face, he watched me open my small book, his eyes now going over my body. I rolled my eyes, earning a chuckle, before concentrating on being somehow professional.
This was my job after all. Being his personal assistant.
My hands flew through my small book, finding the right page with Kimbers planned activities for the day quite quickly since the book was new. A gift from Kimber himself even.
