Damn that dickhead! Its been a month since the last time I contacted him. Dylan should have handed me the information about my queen but it looks like that fucker is not doing his job. God! I'm close to being crazy bastard for that girl. I took off my phone and dialed Dylan's number.
"Dude... Sorry that it took long to finally hand you the information you want... Something just came up." Dylan's voice was a bit off. I think this fucker is having a problem.
"You're off dude... but it's okay." I answered. I heard him sigh. He's really a problematic dickhead.
"Yeah... anyway, I'll send the info at your offi--" I cut him off.
"No! Send it to my house instead."
"Okay."
"I'll wire my payments to your account.'' I said and ended the call.
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'CLARABEL DE GUZMAN' I said. What an angelic name. My queen's name is so beautiful. It suits her. I trace the face of my queen, My Clarabel. There was a photo of her inside the documents Dylan had sent. You look so angelic baby...
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"Lara! Where are you?!'' I heard Amanda shouting my name.
"Here at the kitchen!" I yelled back. I heard the door of her room loudly closed. 'Is she in a hurry?' I said through my mind.
"Hey Lara! Have you heard the news?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders giving her the gestures that I don't know it yet. After she got the message, she rolled her eyes at me. "Girl! We just got hired in the Coffee Shop we applied in!!!" she said almost jumping out of happiness.
My eyes went wide upon hearing it. "Really?!!! Oh my God!!!" I said as I hug her and joins her in her jumping session.
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"I will start working tomorrow. At last, I can help my parents to finance the expenses of my two younger siblings' school fees. God! Thank you so much for this blessing." I said through my mind.
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