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"Nothing," I murmured, my palms sweating underneath Shontell's piercing gaze. I was expecting her to call them out on my deception. Instead, she backed up and walked away. My mother and I exhaled deeply as soon even though we noticed the whole front door close. My euphoria was fleeting. Shontell's murderous glare was immediately adopted by my mother. "How did he get in here?" "Nothing," I immediately replied. "We had only just-" "Are you talking?" she said, correctly guessing my next word. "Do I have to tell you how vital this work is?" "Why would these you really do have to sit on someone else to talk to them?" "I understand. You like them," he sympathized. "I know, I know," she says. "I really shouldn't mind in any other situation, because I need this position, and Shontell Willia
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