Did you reschedule all my evening dates, Xavier asked.
She nodded, still perusing through a file.
"Why would you do that?" He curiously asked.
She shrugged.
"Today is the 11th of June." She simply stated, going back to her work.
"11th of June and so?" He asked, arching his brows, a gesture Maya finds insanely attractive while he wonders what goes on in the head of this assistant of his.
Why cancel appointments? Because it is June, he thought.
She stared at him in disbelief.
"11th of June, doesn't ring a bell in your business cramped memory?" She asked.
He stared at her, thinking hard but shook his head.
She threw a mini-sized stapler at him, which he timely dodged. Then glared at her, wondering what had crawled up her ass and died there.
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