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“Will you ever leave that door?” Don asked, his head fixed to his laptop. But I didn't heed and just stayed in the position, folded arms, leaning against the door that connects both our offices. “Why didn't you tell me you've known June for fifteen years?” I furrowed my brows to express my displeasure at that face. He still didn't raise his head from that laptop. “You never asked.” That made me scoff. “You're so annoying.” His gaze finally lifted to me with a smile playing on his lips, “Okay, what do you want to know?” “A lot, like how you two met and how long you've dated.” “Why are you suddenly curious to know that?” He asked with a raised brow, gesturing to the seat beside his chair. “Come sit here.” Hesitantly, I shambled to sit where he told me to. Once beside him, his arm
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