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"Have a seat " I stood, staring at the top of his head. "Well Are you just going to stand there all day staring at me?" "S-Sorry my name is--" "Cleo Reynolds, yes I know, now tell me why are you here" "I-I came for the job sir" I whispered with my head down, I chewed on my bottom lip nervously. Why was I so nervous? When he didn't speak, I looked up and he was staring at me with an intensity. His pen tapping against his lips. "No" was his answer. I frowned. "Bu-but sir--" "You're not the right fit, now leave " Cloe Reynolds is a young woman living a poverty stricken life, nothing comes easy and she doesn't expect it to, her hard work and smart mind isn't enough to get her by in the slums of New York. Now, enter Jonathan Maxwell III, a cold hearted, rude, cocky jerk with the least bit of feelings and you'll get a very toxic pair.
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