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Josh Brentwood
“Josh…Josh wake up. Josh..”
I heard a soft voice calling my name as I stirred on the couch.
My eyes fluttered open to find Erica staring at me and while I admired how beautiful she is, I wanted to groan out in frustration.
I sat upright, yawning as I pushed Erica away from me.
“I’m up. You can leave now,” I grumbled.
“Ummm. I actually woke you up because I made coffee. Here, I made a cup for you too,” she said placing the cup with a saucer on the table close to me.
I was quiet shocked at the gesture.
“Thank you but I’ll pass,” I said getting up and grabbing my car key.
“It’s so early. Where are you going? You haven’t even had a bath!” Erica exclaimed.
I wasn’t going to work for sure because by now, my lawyer must’ve communicated with staffs about letting them
