Chapter 23-Fart

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I get uneasy with each passing moment. My heart paces quicker than the normal beat. And even though the restaurant is air-conditioned. I could still feel my sweats camping on my forehead. I'm not an artist and certainly not a liar. But for the sake of the company, I'll try to do my best. This will only happen once and the price ahead would be worth it. “Don't look so tense, Winter. They'll notice you," Sebastian whispered as he held my hand. Slowly massaging my palms while faking a smile in front. His grandfather, along with his parents, are silently eating in front. Yet, the cold eyes of his grandpa bore at me every now and then. As though he is carefully studying my every move. I've had a fair share of meeting and socializing with big entrepreneurs. But this is the first time I felt

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