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Thirty Four

FINDING A MEANS

Madonna's pov

"Get started."I almost flinched back at the gruff order. I don't even realize I had stepped foot inside until the door was jammed closed behind me by the guard.

He plopped down on the swivel chair, crossing his leg and facing my direction as he awaits me. I scanned through the room to realize we were currently in that same room we used the last time.

Hearing him fake a voice, my head snapped towards him.

"You're delaying me. I have somewhere to be." He told me and I nodded, tucking a strand of my hair behind her ear.

It wasn't easy. I'm going to mess up if I just go right to that podium.

"Can we uhm- Can we postpone it and make it some other time? Tonight or tomorrow. I just can't..."I was still saying when he rose up a finger in the air, hushing me up.

"And why is that? Haven't I given you enough time to prepare? I gave you the whole of yesterday to get yourself together but here you are feeding me with excuses. Why is that?" Offended, he raised a brow
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