Dearest readers, Welcome to a new adventure! Xoxo******************************“Hi, I am here to meet Mister Donovan,” Mavie told the receptionist. “Hi! This way, please,” the provocatively dressed receptionist, wearing a micro-mini skirt of black and a tight body-hugging buttoned silk red shirt, courteously ushered Mavie to a private room. Her tone wasn’t very warming, but she mannerly spoke as her profession called for it. Mavie did not mind. As long as she gets to where she was supposed to go and meet this person who her husband said could help him from the trouble he got into, Mavie was not in the mood to mind. She had no time for such, and honestly, she is not so confident she can win with all her self-uncertainties. Who wouldn’t be when you have been verbally abused all your childhood days from the very place everyone should consider as the sweetest and most secured walls, called home? Her mom left with another man, so her dad poured all his hatred and frustrations on Mavi
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