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no, it was simply love at last, the true and only love. She knew it, as surely as she knew that day must always follow night in an endless cycle, as surely as the color of Venezio's eyes.

  "At least call me, please! I miss you so much. "She prayed inwardly as she was gnawed at her desk.

  She almost gave up hope of ever seeing him again when two weeks later, her boss asked for her in his office.

- You asked for me, Mr. Davis?

- Yes, Ariadne, please close the door.

As the young woman was performing, her boss admired again the beauty of her assistant, splendid in a long-sleeved, old pink blouse, and tight midnight blue trousers with a glittering abstract pattern, and the most adorable suede boots. Her long hair raised on her head in a skillfully upright bun. She was simply sublime.

They exchanged a knowing glance before Mr. Davis began to speak.