Tristan’s POV It was a bright morning, but to me, it was just another regular day filled with work, cries and nightmares. I was working on a laptop behind my desk when I suddenly heard a knock on my door. “Come in...” I permitted and Enrique walked into my office. He had a few papers in his hands, but his mood looked a bit serious, in contrast to his expression two days ago. I was quite curious as to what would make my ever-enthusiastic secretary so gloomy. He arrived before my desk and handed me the papers. “I’ve done what you asked of me sir,” he mentioned. I took the papers off his hands and went through the entire biography-looking description of a lady. “Adrianna Sterling, born on September 22nd, lives in Yellow-lane Street, Gundam City. Age twenty-six, six feet tall and... single.” I read out loud and after looking at the personal information, I decided to check her occupation and I was stunned. “Is she a machine?! Works part-time in Three restaurants and as a cl
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