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fice without knocking, a whirlwind of complaint and entitlement. "You have to find someone else to take ca

accustomed to getting everything she wanted. Instead of cultivating any real skills or demonstrating any meaningful ambition, she preferred to spend her days clinging to Oliver, a constant presence in his life.

are of her?" he reminded her gently, a hint of steel in his voice. "You were so eager to win her over, to be the doting

ponsibility fell squarely on his shoulders. Despite his reluctance, he had no choice but to take the reins of the company. His mother was still reeling from the shock of his father's passi

he company, navigating the complex world of corporate leadership, and his girlfriend's antics were a constant source of frustration. He was trapped in a gilded cage of obligation. He needed Sofia, or rather, what she

p! I'm fed up! Just look what she did to me!" she wailed, stepping closer to Oliver and displaying her disheveled hair and wrinkle

yourself, Sofia," he said calmly, trying to soothe her ruffled feathers. "I'll tell

have dinner later, babe?" she pleaded,

f he declined her invitation, she would only persist until he relented. He was constantly walking

r to him, her lips pursed for a kiss, but Oliver subtly turned his head, avoiding her embrace. She

, but firmly. "We're in the off

t him if they saw him behaving inappropriately in his office? Especially with Sofia. It would only fuel speculation that he was using her and her family for his gain.

ething spicy later, babe," she purred, winking suggestively before turning on

s another way, a way to secure his position without the constant presence of his demanding, and often embarrassing, girlfriend. He longed for some peace, for the chance

ding a caregiver for his mother. He pressed the intercom but

o my office, please?" he

. A playful smirk danced on his lips as if he knew exactly what was troubling his

pretend you don't know," Oliver sighed

nally gave up on you?" His voice was br

ed his eyes briefly. "Dude, unfortunately, you're wrong. It woul

des you, she has nothing else to re

omeone who can handle her without complaining. I'm swamped right now, I

someone," Emman said, alr

and dedicated,

ercent!" Emm

urs?" Oliver as

ed professional therapy after her accident last mon

r old self? I haven't had a chance to

n blind dates again," Emman said, a mixture of exasperation and amusement in his voice. He paused, a smirk spread

Oliver aske

es

's a therapist,"

interview and see for yourself if she's suitable to t

caregiver, not a therapist, for heaven's sake," Oliver exclaimed, incredulous. He wou

to lose. I guarantee she's impressive. You can even ask my mother if

wanted to give it a try. "Fine. Call this therapist for an interview tomorrow, first thing in the m

" Emman said, then began dialing the number. The

the name "Roselle Ventura." The name rings a bell. 'I've heard that name before,' he thought, racking his brain. Suddenly, his jaw clenc

ldn't shake off the unsettling feeling that gnawed at him. A strang

d grin on his face. "Done. She'l

off the feeling that something unexpected was about to happen. And for Oliver Mitchell, a man