Marry The Ceo Politician
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YEARS
ays greeting Mother Nature. It was a way of sa
ck. Oh Shit! I was going
! I'm
I wrapped my towel tightly around me. The warm bath had relaxed my mus
. This wasn't the first time I would be late to work, and when m
when you've got no family or a means of livelihood. I did three jobs
orld." I
le sound of glass breaking. My heart skipped a beat. I f
from behind the door, my hands trembling slightly. I s
irly used toaster I got two months ago, I saw a small, blonde girl standing on her tiptoes, t
irl, she was mine. A product of that reckless night fo
ai
was certainly from her father, but sadly, I had no idea who he was. She smiled, and my heart
s trembling. "Hello," I whisp
k a step closer to me. "Mummy?"
es, baby. Mu
t a co
it. Are
a bite of the cookie and looked at me with a serious ex
er gently. "You mean t
simplicity of the moment. But as much as I wanted to stay in this peaceful bubble, reality
e moment. I would put her in a go
et ready," I said, try
ooked up at me with pleading
you do. But I'll be here to pick you up after wo
her down from the chair, and we headed to the
pany. I did get one of my dreams to come true. I was working in a company that specialises in s
were not around. It was when I began to settle down that a colleague came to tell me
ng her eyes, "All the women are head ov
my papers. Christina switched on the TV, and the so
wo options: either we clear a road or we stay on the same old path of inac
esk. I had heard it all before - the charm, the ch
ice dripping with sincerity. "A leader who will stand up to the spe
er head. "He's got a silver
d no intention of getting caught up in the hype surrou
name?" Chris
ow, but not at th
e is Kur
h.
special about
h, single
ld
but girl, that man looks like
rating. But who knows? He co
RIE H
when we saw Joan. She was dressed in an extravagant way as usual;
na quickly scurried away, not wanting to be caught
ning, Mis
She said and w
as taken aback by the presence of a stunning woman with piercing green eyes and lo
He's the leader we need, and I'm so excited to support hi
," I said, smili
, she turned to me with a scowl. "Can
I could respond, Joan looked up from her desk, w
in," she said, her voice neu
o nasty? And why was Joan not doing anything to intervene? Well, that is what
ed a beat when I saw someone I prayed to never come across again – Simon. The
lood and he was unreachable. I couldn't believe h
seeing, the woman walked over to
wanted to crumble but I just had to be s
her face. "Is she the one who's going to sew my wedd
at me, "Ye
man? And I was supposed to sew her wedding dress? The irony was
out there, would she