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Mona
The NDA document I had signed with Mr Stiles made me annoyed beyond comprehension.
How could he think so low of me? If there was anyone who was rooting for miss Emily, it had to be me. In these few weeks she’s been away, it’s been hell in the ofifce.
Especially since I had to move base back here. The plantation project was currently on hold because Stiles’s needed me here. Emily needed me here.
I gathered the files Stile’s had asked for earlier, taking one glance at them to make sure they were properly arranged.
As I was about to leave, a man walked into my office.
“Mona?” He asked.
I scrunched my nose up, my eyes accessing him. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn’t remember from where. Perhaps it’s because I don’t talk to men who would pair a polka dot shirt with lo
