CHAPTER 33
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"What made you drink bourbon so late?" Mir comments, chuckling, taking a seat near Zayan in the boardroom, which had now become his office since the last days.
Zayan only turned to glare at him while knocking off the liquor. Ignoring the burning sensation in his throat.
"I want you to arrange something." Zayan started.
Mir looked at him a bit confused because he usually said those words when he wanted to shag or f**k someone.
"What exactly?"
"A wedding, precisely!" Was his curt answer.
For a second, Mir remained still in his posture repeatedly blinking his eyes, maybe his mind misinterpreted his words.
"Excuse me!"
"I didn't stutter, did I!" Zayan said in a low groan, getting irritated.
Mir chuckled, shaking his head, leaning back on his chair. Still not b
