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Szilay Mansion, Bucharest.
— I just don't get it!- Justine protests.- We spent the night together, I even left him number, but he hasn't called me. On the other hand, every time I try to call him, that cow of his secretary tells me he isn’t there or that he is busy in a meeting.
—He's avoiding you, can’t you see? It's that simple, he's not interested in you.- Mathew comments amused, drawing a smile from ear to ear.
Justine frowns at him, throws her arms across her chest and grimaces.
—Things are going so well for you that you're so happy, cousin? - she mutters angrily.
—Well yes. Note that a few days ago I spent a most enjoyable afternoon in the company of the Miss Manager. - Mathieu comments, looking at his nails with great interest.
The model's eyebrows rise.
—Really?- she asks surprised.
— Oh, yes.- he brags. - I even offered her a job in my own hotel and she promised that she would consider it. So... Check, little cousin.
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Author´s note
I dont know about you guys, but this peple gives me the creeps.