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Aaron's POV
"Let me call up Max."
"Yo Max, what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing much, Aaron. What about you?" he replied.
"Nothing serious. I just need some help getting information about someone."
"Who?"
"Jamie Reynolds."
"I'll send it via email."
"I knew I could count on you, bro."
"You'll get all the info about my... new sister-in-law soon. Okay, byeeee!" Max teased.
What the—? He hung up and just called that P.S.A. my wife? Nah, I'm not letting that slide.
"Excuse me, sir. Miss Abigeal is here to see you. Shall I let her in?" Ayers asked.
"Hmph..." I sighed.
"Is that a yes or no... Aaron?" she pressed.
"Yes, Ayers. Let her in."
"Okay, sir."
As soon as she left the office, I let out a frustrated sigh. One major mistake had turned my life into a complete mess. I slept with her once… and she used that to gain the upper hand with my parents. Now they're forcing me into something I never wanted.
"Good afternoon, Aaron," Abigeal said, stepping in.
"Hello, Miss Mantah. What do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
"Nothing much. Just came to say hi to my future husband." She smirked.
"We only got engaged four days ago. Don't be so sure about marriage."
"Aaron, your parents already agreed. You don't really have a say," she said firmly.
"Just get out of my office, Abigeal," I snapped.
"You can't run from fate, Aaron. Just wait and see—you'll be mine soon." Her voice was sharp and possessive.
"Don't dream too big. If you won't leave, I'll call security."
"Alright, I'm going. But do expect me tomorrow... Mr. Yuji," she added with a twisted grin before walking out.
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As soon as she left, I finally felt like I could breathe again.
La La La La... My phone beeped.
> MAX: Sup dude, I've got all the deets on your Sister-in-Law.
NAME: Jamie Reynolds Carla
AGE: Twenty-Two
MARITAL STATUS: Single
BOYFRIEND: None (Ex – James Edward)
QUALIFICATIONS: Graduate, High School & Middle School Diplomas
PARENTS: Late Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds
"Smart, beautiful, intelligent, and haughty… I like it," I smirked.
Let's give our little P.S.A. a call... shall we?
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Jamie's POV
"Ugh... that guy. I seriously can't stand him," I muttered to myself.
He forced me to be his Personal Special Assistant—his P.S.A.—just to stand by his side and attend to his ridiculous needs. What a playboy.
Doo doo doo! My phone rang.
"Hello? Who is this?" I answered.
"Aaron Yuji Michael," a deep baritone replied.
"Am I supposed to know you?"
"Awwww... You hurt my feelings, P.S.A. Why wouldn't you know your boss?"
"Devil incarnate... is that you?" I muttered.
"What did you just say? Am I a devil?"
"Nah, sir. I said Merlin incarnate. You kind of look like Merlin from Descendants: Rise of Red," I teased.
"Quit goofing around and come to the office. Your services are needed," he said lazily—and hung up.
Wait, who even works on the day of their interview? I bet he's up to no good.
All men in this world are the same. They play with feelings and emotions like it's a game. I swear, I'll never love again.
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