Disclosure [h.s.]

Disclosure [h.s.]

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MatureComplete Tue, Jul 12, 202215m

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"You know Jolene, I picked you. I personally decided that you were going to be the one I'd tell my darkest secrets to" he said, shortly after sipping his black coffee. "And why's that, Harry?" he intimidated me and made me feel at ease at the same time. Is this the kind of feeling you get by talking to a celebrity? Or is that just Harry Styles? "Because I'm deeply fascinated by you. And by that I mean your way to write articles, as passionate as your life is going to depend on it". Jolene Berlucchi, better known as Jo, is a freshly new journalist who's living in London looking for independence and to jumpstart her career but... will she achieve her goals?

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