Louis
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I arrived thirty minutes earlier, standing before the door of her penthouse.
It wasn’t intentional. My place was quite far from the house, and I determined not to display any sign of incompetence.
Aside from that, the was the restless energy swelling in my body. It made my body move, move until I stood before her door.
The proposal was saved in my flash drive resting in my pocket.
Ms Bella had texted me the door password this early morning. Let yourself in, she had said.
I punched in the password and then I stepped in.
The house was quiet, calm. Sunlight spilled through the large windows, falling across the expensive furniture, the black marble floor.
Her house was massive. My stomach knotted with unease. Almost like a reminder of how out of reach she was. Not only wa
