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Dante:

Monday rolled around the corner and I was in my office.

Sunday was busy and I didn't get a wink of sleep. I had really let myself go. I had stubbles on my beard and my hair had grown unkept.

I got a well-deserved haircut and shave. I needed to look perfect.

I sat impatiently in my office. Erica had told me that she was coming by 9 a.m. I had come an entire hour early and now I was stuck looking frantically at my watch.

The minutes seemed to pass by slowly. I felt anxiety rise inside of me. It was soul-crushing. I could barely take it.

It was 8:30 a.m. I had managed to wait thirty gruesome minutes. I could…

Knock! Knock!

My heart skipped a beat. She was here. I readjusted my cuffs but soon the scent hit me. That wasn't Erica.

The door opened and Robert came inside. He had a grin on his face as he looked me over.

“What a transformation. I was getting worried about you. When you came out of your room yesterday, I almost didn't recognize you."

He took up a seat and I star