Chapter Eighteen

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Stella Newton "Take these" I glared at Daryl as he handed me his briefcase with some files on top of it. I held it to my chest with strong hands because it was quiet heavy. He threw on his jacket before putting on his tie whilst looking in the mirror. I was thinking of wearing something casual but he I should dress more formal in a nice dress and some heels. He stated that I must look decent enough if I'm to be by his side. After he was finished admiring himself, he took up his phone and walked off with me rolling my eyes and following behind him. After we reached the elevator it felt like my arms were about to give out. The briefcase was super heavy and the files on top weren't helping either and Daryl didn't even try to help me. "You know you can atleast help right?, I say trying t

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