“Macey, where are you?” Macey was my one-year-old black Persian cat, who was now sitting on top of my wardrobe and staring down at me curiously.
“C’mon kitty, get down here and eat your food. ”
She meowed and jumped down into my arms as I headed towards the kitchen before serving her cat food to her so that I could get ready.
Living in Manhattan, New York wasn’t easy for me. Even with a Bachelors in engineering, I have still managed to remain jobless.
But I was lucky enough to share an apartment with my childhood best friend, Emily Lockwood.
Emily was somewhat of a legend is the only person to break down the walls of yours truly, Angela Carson.
Speaking of Emily, nowadays I often help her in her flower shop. Yup, a flower shop.
I’ve been questioned on this since I have my degree in mechanics, but thanks to my overprotective and extremely possessive brothers,
who don’t believe I should be working after what happened with me in my previous company, I find this impossibility.
I’m not surprised since they’ve never allowed me to work, but then this incident had to happen to me….
The Arrangement Chapter 1 – 5
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