Indirect Kiss
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"As you were saying about a while ago?" Neal asked. He tapped the invisible dust on his dark-colored plain suit and fixed his necktie.
He has a pretty good memory.
"Err, I forgot about it." I looked up at the floor indicator and luckily there was a 'bing' sound, signifying that we are on the sixth floor.
We stepped outside and wow, I was amazed. There were a lot of models—men and women all around the place. They were in different clothes, the others going in and out of a room. I have also seen a lot of photographers--which I knew right away since they were carrying their cameras with them.
They were all busy until someone saw Neal and greeted him and in just a split second, all eyes were on him.
"Good afternoon, sir!"
"Welcome back sirrrr!"
"Holly molly,
