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A Breath of Helium
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Clara hadn't cried herself to sleep like she thought she would, but had spent a good part of the night in the room she had converted to a study seated behind the desk, her laptop open before her, the screen displaying the document she had finally garnered the courage to type.Because if she needed any other cue to save herself after the humiliation she had been put through, then she might as well return to Dane and beg him to take her back.Since she was in the same path of foolishness anyway.It wasn't as though she was finally taking full control of her life; she didn't have a concrete plan at the moment, but what was pretty clear was the fact that she had to cut both professional and personal or rather, sexual ties with Andre because none of them was working out with him anymore.She had spent the night replaying possible scenarios. For instance, where she would live hereon because she would have to vacate the company house and return the car she had been given. It was funny how ev
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He was surrounded by the familiar environment which had proven to be his best therapy for years. Here, his identity was concealed in a diamond mask, an outlet for that side of him which he hid from the world to manifest freely. Without judgments. Here, he could engage in any form of debauchery and relieve his stress in the best way; hours of romp which weren't limited to the sheets. He had created this place for that purpose; to enable other highly placed people who had been constrained by high societal expectations let it all out.From the roof top, the expansive strip club appeared smaller to Andre, so tiny from his view he could cover it with his hands. It was for this reason that he had chosen the roof top as his office, irrespective of how bizarre it had seemed to the architect in charge of the project at the time. Based on Andre's instructions, the office was made up of thick glass walls which could afford him privacy while exposing the view of all the other sections they had.
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