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KALMIA'S POVI said, "No, Arrow, I am not going to help you," my voice was sure and concrete.Arrow’s eyes begged of me, his face screwed in desperation as he pleaded, his voice cracking, "Please."My face did not yield, and I said, "Arrow, this evening you will be discharged. Get ready."I stood up and then gathered my bag, slipping it onto her shoulder."I have to leave now; I will be back this evening," said Arrow with a disinterested tone.Anxiety was overshot in Arrow’s mind. Alone and dependent, he couldn't bear it."Kalmia, please do not leave me," implored Arrow with desperation in his voice.But I was cold: "I will be back," I said only while walking toward the door.He tried to argue, but the words fell on deaf ears like water poured onto a rock. I didn't flinch, didn't bat an eyelid.His eyes turned towards the clock, that was now counting hours until I was back. At the sound of his words, I sounded firm, "Arrow, I'm going to take permission at work for two weeks.""No
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JEMIMA’S POV As I opened the door, the first vision that greeted me was loveliness itself — and my heart did a flip. Kalmia stood before me, clothed in a ravishing red gown that perfectly struck all the right curves. The light played off her white shoes, while her hair fell in a beautiful vibe down to her face. I was itching to cross over then and talk with her, but my head was filled with the words of Visha, chanting for me like a mantra. At once, those venomous, malicious words turned my mood sour and filled me with a nasty, festering hatred for the very woman standing in front of me. I could feel my expression twist into a grimace as I narrowed my glare upon Kalmia in contempt. Well, Mrs. Shawty, who seemingly was oblivious to the unsteadiness now hanging in the air, motioned to the chair beside her that was facing away from me, pausing to say, "Have a seat, please," her voice taking on an almost syrupy warmth and charm. The mixture of surprise and recognition returned to
