Desperate Times Calls For Desperate Measures...

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"Anabel! Anabel!! Please wait. Hear me out please." Donald yelled as he waved Anabel down from the roadside. Anabel had been wondering from afar as to why Donald would put on such a dramatic display. He had sent a text earlier that he would be coming to her office and she strongly warned him against such. Donald didn't listen, he went to the office anyway. Zoey had just stepped out when he arrived, if not, he wouldn't have gotten past the front desk. But the receptionist had no idea and went to inform Anabel of Donald's presence. The receptionist came back with a message from Anabel, telling him that since he doesn't have an appointment, he's not allowed to see her. Donald left disappointed afterward, but he wasn't just going to give up. He parked a few blocks away from the office, determ

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