“Hah! “Shoo!” She scolds, pressing a palm in his face and digging his nails into her scalp. It wasn’t a long drive away. It’s a skill he learned from her mother, a trauma she kept hidden in the back of her mind. Regardless, he heads into the elevator as it arrives, heading towards his office. He reveals himself to be the dashing gentleman from the lobby, settling his onyx eyes onto the blonde beauty. I gotta, ha-haugh, I gotta go.” Charlotte mutters reluctantly. So, it’s okay to relax, to let loose every now, to release. Andrew gulps, shocked. Relieving ourselves of all the pent-up stress brewing inside our beings is practical, even if society has programmed us to think otherwise. Meanwhile, Charlotte arrives in the parking lot for her interview. For a few moments, she stumbles around before eventually finding what seems to be someone that works at the place.
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