83 - Leandra Sanders
I visited Tracy’s on Monday afternoon. As soon as I sat down, a woman came to greet me. “Why aren’t you using Oliver’s booth? Are you guys fighting again?” A woman came to sit across me. I smiled at her, studying her face. “Are you Aya?” I asked. She squinted at me, then. “Why are you asking my name?” I gave her a self-deprecating smile. “A few months back, I hit my head again. I don’t remember the last two years, but I remember everything before that. Oliver told me about you.” She was silent then. She leaned back on her chair. “Huh, I was wondering why you haven’t visited in so long.” “We’re too busy at Oliver’s company. This is the first time we’re having a break. We were talking last night, and I mentioned to him that I want to get an assistant. Apparently, we already talked abou
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