—-I said I wasn't updating this again yet, and here my ass go lmaooo. Get me to 1k reads on this mf tho fr, share it with ya mammy cause why is we not even at 300 reads 😂—-
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ɴᴇxᴜs ʟᴀᴡ ғɪʀᴍGiovanni sat behind his desk typing up some letters for his clients. It was a typical work day, but much slower than usual. He had spent most of his time catching up on paperwork that he was behind on. Oaklyn sat in her regular spot on a love seat in the middle of his office. She often used that space to work on her own tasks or to annotate his legal documents.
It was a Friday, so the interns weren't required to wear any business casual attire. Instead she was wearing something more simple today. A red form fitting body length dress and she surprisingly wore white sneakers as well, doing away with the usual high heels she forced herself to wear.
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