  &quot;Damn,&quot; he said after she left. If he leaves now, there certainly won t be enough time for whatever it was he wanted to discuss with her and he has a lot to discuss with her, for a start, is the no-commitment clause in their deal. He wants to revisit that part and address it again. 
  &quot;You can t go in there. Mr. Smith is very busy at the moment,&quot;
  &quot;Ma am... Please I said...&quot; And the door burst open, admitting Anabel and his secretary, who looked sorry.
  &quot;Sir, I tried to explain to her and stopped her but she couldn t listen&quot; The secretary, hastily explained.
  &quot;It s alright,&quot; he said, waving off his secretary as he quickly spares another impatient glance at his wristwatch.
  &quot;Now isn t a good time,&quot; he said, sitting in his chair.
  &quot;Isn t it?&quot; She asked as she closed the gap between them and came to stand in front 

  &quot;I know you will be back for me,&quot; she said with conviction. But until then, have this to keep you warm. 
  She was rather fast, placing her lips on his before he could do anything to avoid it, Michael tried to pull away, but she held on even tighter, wounding her body around his like a coiled snake wounding up to a tree.
  And just at that moment, the door opened.
  It was Mitchell.
  &quot;Hell no,&quot; He breathed. Finally succeeding to push Anabel away.
  Anabel only smiled when she realized who their company was and had even dared to give him a peck on the cheek before she turned to leave with a satisfied glint on her face.
  &quot;Hi,&quot; she said, stopping in front of Mitchell who was still standing not far away from the door. Her face was expressionless.
  &quot;Hi.&quot; She replied, calmly
  &quot;I told you he d be back for me, didn t I? I figured you already bor

  &quot;This is beautiful,&quot; he said, rubbing her hair fondly in a way he has come to enjoy.
  &quot;I know,&quot; she said laughing. Moving further into the room.
  &quot;See this,&quot; she said, producing an oil painting.
  &quot;A painting of Mitchell,&quot; he said in awe at the perfection and beauty of the work.
  &quot;What do you think?&quot; She asked.
  &quot;Are you asking me if it s beautiful or perfect? 'Cos you certainly should know it is,&quot; he said, not taking his eyes off the painting.
  &quot;It is? Isn t it? She asked again. Do you like it?&quot;
  &quot;I do... and I am sure Mitchell would be overwhelmed with this,&quot;
  &quot;But it isn t for her&quot;
  &quot;Oh, it s going to an exhibition, isn t it? He asked jokingly. Though he knew he could never allow anybody to have a painting of Mitchell in their room. He alone has the exclusive right to her.
  She la

&quot;Damn,&quot; he said after she left. If he leaves now, there certainly won t be enough time for whatever it was he wanted to discuss with her and he has a lot to discuss with her, for a start, is the no-commitment clause in their deal. He wants to revisit that part and address it again. 
  &quot;You can t go in there. Mr. Smith is very busy at the moment,&quot;
  &quot;Ma am... Please I said...&quot; And the door burst open, admitting Anabel and his secretary, who looked sorry.
  &quot;Sir, I tried to explain to her and stopped her but she couldn t listen&quot; The secretary, hastily explained.
  &quot;It s alright,&quot; he said, waving off his secretary as he quickly spares another impatient glance at his wristwatch.
  &quot;Now isn t a good time,&quot; he said, sitting in his chair.
  &quot;Isn t it?&quot; She asked as she closed the gap between them and came to stand in front of him. 
  &quot;You should fire that bitch of your secretary, Mikey,&quot; she said, placing a

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