CHAPTER 26Miriam's PovThe figure of a tall guy stood starring back at me, his masculine fragrances smells so nice but suffocate me as I'm allergic to strong perfumes, his blue eyes locked with mine I stared speechless at him didn't know what to say, his Red color sweatshirt matches his pants with a black and white sneakers and a cross bag, he let out a light smile by the corner of his lips, I know I wouldn't just stare like a sculpture just like a lost puppy, I need to say something now, Miriam, Miriam you don't easily get intimidated with just a look, say something and stop been a Coward i told myself, I guess he's so lost in thoughts just like I too, i cleared up my voice as I finally speak up"May I know who you are?" I asked him"Oh sorry Ma'am, I'm Mark Dawson, Personal Assistant to Lawrence Morrison, he sent me to come take you home" he replied me"Miriam Jones, Lawrence friend" I told him"Yeah, I know he already told me who you are, I'll just wait down the stairs for you to
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