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Omarion tapped his feet anxiously while sitting on his chair. He ran his hands through his hair, messing it up in the process. He finally decided to meet up with the person who claimed that she had something important to tell him, but he had not seen the lady come into his office.

After asking Rachel to let her come up to his office, his mind had been running wild on what the lady might be there to tell him.

"I just hope whatever she's here to say is worth it," Omarion said, looking at his wristwatch anxiously.

The door to Omarion's office opened and a pair of legs in stiletto heels came into view. Omarion looked up and was surprised to see the person standing at his door.

She was a pretty lady and also young, but there was something about her that immediately got his mind unsettled. The lady, for reasons he could not fathom, smelt to him like trouble.

"Hi, Mr. Yandel," the young lady greeted in a soothing voice and Omarion could only nod his head in reply, because he was sti