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C H A P T E R S E V E N

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Crysella Ariela

This seems logically strange. If I was not mistaken, Sir Damien does not allow his employees to be tardy especially if it's the assistant. Since you know, we all take our jobs seriously with orders thrown here and there. Get this and that, appoint here and cancel there.

Pushing that matter away since I have no business whatsoever with Sir, I continued with my unfinished work and sighed deeply taking all in the stacks of newly printed papers that needs to be delivered here and signed there. Looking here and there. I really should stop throwing words everywhere like here and there, front to back, side to side, up and above. Well, that is a bit exaggerated but who the fuck cares?

Tapping anxiously the pen situated between my fingers creating a somewhat unpleasant type of noise. The door busted open as a lady walked in. So much for fucking knocking.

Having your period on the starting week of the month really does approve to the belief that 'Women do get snappy and have this craving feeling for something that they want.'
Yeah, I agree with that statement. Having so much hassle because you have to check in the bathroom if the red sea decided to spill over the cemented street due to the tidal waves and then actually having the ounce of strength to change your sandwich if it really did spill. Which I doubt it would. Before all of you spoil me with sayings that red sea is not physically red. I just simply chose something that somewhat relates the word to blood, like the color. Don't get me wrong, Target could also be one of the choices but hey! A sea that has red applied to the word is better than a Tarsier that gets down to business. Get it?

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It turns out that Sir Damien decided to not grace us with his holy presence as the clock ticked to 1:00 in the afternoon.

Austin Winters

That name just really seemed familiar that I could not take my mind off. Finally settling to the decision, I searched the unknown name giving me a slight information to his personal life. Based from the images that popped out, he looked almost just like me. That is a tad bit freaky. He had a pair of dark blue eyes matching the same shade as mine but lighter with his dark blonde hair that seems to be dyed due to the brown ends which I presume is logically the same as mine which is a chocolate brown-kind-of-color but more lighter.

I don't know but this is creepy. What if he's my twin brother which I secretly don't know about. That would be so cool. I get what you all might be thinking. Isn't she upset that maybe she is adopted? The answer to that is no, because from what I have observed. I don't look the same as my mother and father. But even though they haven't told me, it is completely fine. I understand that maybe they are afraid to lose me since I have been attached to them just as they have been attached to me, that can't break the bond between the three of us. The other reason why I don't want to be upset about such a problem because that won't do me any good. And even if they decided to tell me that I really am adopted, I will still love them for who they are because they are the ones who raised me. As for my, real parents, I will understand whatever reason they have for giving me away.

My mother had a blonde hair that complements her bright blue eyes while my father had the same shade with mother but with more vintage added and a pair of grey eyes. See the differences between us? And I also thought about not having a french accent the same as with father's which explains to the fact that maybe I really am adopted.

As I read more small information about Austin Winters. I found out that he is older than me for 6 years and is surprisingly rich which I think I have figured out already due to the expensive suits he's wearing. He owns a very large company in Greece. So I guess he has an accent then? I also have an accent which I could not figure it out. And me being lazy back in high school, I don't know how the Greece people's accent sound.

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I spent the rest of the day trying to find more information about this strange man but could not find more.

Checking the time I realized, it is already past my shift. Shoot! I hurriedly grab my things and ran like flash outside the company before I get locked in which would have been really funny and embarrassing for me in the morning to find out that I slept in the office without taking a shower and having to wear the same clothes again.

I was back again to where I came from as I slip off the shoes that has been stubborn as my toes ached from running. I went up the stairs, grabbing the railings and head straight to my room. Not even bothering to take off my office clothes. I plonked myself down the bed and reached for the lamp. Turning it off, I closed my eyes as darkness welcomes me into his kingdom.

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End of Chapter Seven

Discussion time: We have taken a small peek in Crysella's life which has not been figured out. So let me ask this question, How do you feel about it?

Short a/n :

I have finally updated another chapter which is longer than the past few ones. Can I hear some claps?

-C

March 05, 2017