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olidarity. He seemed to always know how I was feeling even if we could not communicate verbally. Carol, my personal attendant, was cleaning my room and had sent me away. The middle aged midget, who had a th

t my favourite balcony, the one facing the east wing of the compound when I heard Ignatius talking to someone on the phone and soon enough, Iggy became quiet and th

when the occasion arose but he was also loyal to the miniscule cell in his body to my father that no matter how he messed up, he would still make a report, disregarding the consequences. It was probably why my father had so much conf

o reason. I closed my eyes tightly, opening the device slowly and drawing closer

ccomplished agent who made the knees of her opponents wobble including so called chivalrous men. She was everything I was not which made making her my modeling agent perfect.

bt her. I secretly envied her independence and she had contributed greatly to my successful career. Where my father's connection could not get me into, she would fight her way in, arguing until I was given a chance to dazzle. I had been Pag

e still believed in being careful and between her, Iggy and my father, I was as safe as a sheep in its fur. The only person she respected a lot was my father. They conversed like playmates at time

hailed, trying

he told me you have met Mr Walters." Oh, she had been the one talki

I managed to let out of my mouth, shoving dow

nance procedures and your father is making use of his. But fortunately for us, Mr Walters has granted us the privilege of using one of his pri

s not Maddie I was thinking about; it was the billionaire who had just lent us one of his private jets. Why was he pulling wool ove

the jetport in England?" I wanted t

the fullbodied ma

naire?" She juggled her brows at me, misu

e me? I'm not the type of girl Calvin Walters would want on his arm." By the time

ion is beyond my understanding but I will re

at. "A pleasure talking as always, munchkin," she mocked and ended th