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... about to start." The guard said politely.
Amaya stood from the chair and walked gracefully toward the door. She looked very beautiful in her get-up.
"You look beautiful tonight." Marx a.k.a the guard whispered gently into her ear. Amaya’s face reddend. Just when did she start to be affected by Marx’s flirting? Was it when she turned eighteen?
"Stop fooling around." She lowered her voice so it would not be picked up by the bugs planted all around the villa.
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