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47. The Black Book
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Andrew
I returned home to another problem. Celie had let me stay for a few more days before I had been called for business and it seemed that in this short amount of time, something grave happened. I entered my study, initially thankful that I hadn’t bumped into anyone, especially Alexandra. But that gratitude to the unknown lasted mere seconds because as soon as I stepped into my safe haven, I was greeted by Violet and Alexandra. While the younger one looked pale and apprehensive, the older of the two looked livid.
“Well, I...didn’t expect such a warm welcome,” I said dryly as I walked further in. “We didn’t mean to disturb you,” Violet began, but was cut off by Alexandra’s sharp tone. “Believe me, I don’t care where you go, but there’s an urgent situation and it would be better if the man of the house could inform us his whereabout to us from the next time.”
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