Find me to breathe

Find me to breathe

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Marina was a normal 20-year-old, who suddenly had the ability to see ghosts. Now she is dragged into a mystery that only she can help solve. Snippet from story: With a serious look on his face, Alex said, "As long as you can prove your value, I won't mistreat you. I'll pay double your old salary and give you the standard workplace benefits. You can report to the June corporation headquarters tomorrow. Anything else that you need?" Seeing his expression, I wasn't sure if I should make the next statement. I wasn't looking for a job, I had a stable job working as a junior staff for a Fortune 500 company. My real goal was to be near him so that I can have a restful sleep at night. Thinking about the ghost that I saw in my apartment. I bit my lip as I tried to make my strange request sound reasonable. "Can I also live with you?" #romance #ghost story #not scary
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