Chapter 3

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German just returned to his mansion holding the scarf in his hand. He marched straight into his office and sat in his chair, he placed the scarf on his desk and simply stared at it.
That was until Ramallo walked in.

The slim man looks from German to the light pink fabric upon his desk.
" What is that you've got there?" he asks reaching for the scarf and examines it.
"It belongs to a young woman I met in the park, she said her name was Angeles" German smiles.
"Ah German" Ramallo grins arching his brow
"Did she give this to you as a token of her affection" the slim man smirks.
German furrows his brows in confusion then stands up "coming Olga" he said then exits his office, he glances once more at the man with his back to him and shook his head, he then headed into the kitchen.

"Sir, I didn't call you" Olga said whilst cleaning the oven.
" I know but Ramallo was being...odd and frankly when he does that smile it...creeps me out" German said then sat at the table.
"I think his smiles just adorable" Olga grins.
German simply rolls his eyes and sighs, he puts his heads in his hands and ponders for a moment.
"Papa, There you are" Violeta smiles as she enters the kitchen and helps herself to a glass of orange juice.
"Yes, here I am" German looks up at his beautiful daughter.

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