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y nothing worth mentioning after that, when almost cleanse Leo out of my mind, i am working in my office on the fifteenth floor of an office building located at the 24th intersection with This space-sharing, rent-sharing, is Julian and Sabina, two photographers working together, and Oscar, a freelance printer and producer of artwork. . The four of us have been together in this simple office for more than two years, and as a result became friends. Sabina, a slim, pale woman with a pale, not matched with her explosive personality, often talked to each other, only one opponent is the BBC radio channel of Oscar always kept him in an uncomfortable sound mode made me Can not hear clearly nor can deceit. At this point she was laughing at us with the story of her three-year-old three-year-old's newest showdown: pushing her husband's old necklace collection down to the toilet, triggering a flood in The fourth floor apartment does not have elevators and makes the water float all over the floor. She laughed when she told the details of the incident because she said, "Besides laughing, I still know what to do?" I suddenly realized that she silently delighted with the story, because she often blamed Her husband is pragmatic and rigid. I love the story of Sabina, especially while doing non-brainstorming photo manipulations, as it is now. In particular, I'm erasing a bunch of acne from a skateboarding boy's face for a small record label. "What do people think? Should I give this little boy a little chin? "I asked. Oscar, a melancholy British with little charisma, looked up from one of the little tables filled with wooden prints, Atimon and graphite of him. By looking over his shoulder at the beginning, I knew he was working on an Etruscan-style, Victorian-style, art book of his. I like observing Oscar's work, perhaps because his career is different from me, but mostly because of his graceful, almost backward manner. "To that obscene boy," he Speak while moistening the paper and then grumble something about "digital prosthetic tricks." That's right, Ellen. Julian, who just came back from a cigarette stop, did not know how much of a day he was interrupting, as if he, himself, had not carefully trimmed the pair. I smiled and said, "I will try," Of the three co-workers sharing the work space, I probably liked Julian better than all - at least since we had a lot in common. Best. He's my age and also married to a lawyer - a pretty, passionate girl named Hillary. Justifiably, Juliet, Sabina rushed up to me in her torn blue jeans, her long sixties long hair was ringing behind her back. I apologize in advance for the smell of garlic in my breath, mumbleing about eating too much vegetables, and then looking down at the picture I am discussing. "This was a great move," she said, pointing at the board. Slipped slightly in the middle of the air. Capital view movement as the weakest point in his photography skills, I really appreciate this comment. "Thanks," I say. "But what about his chin?" She took the print back to the light and said, "I understand what you mean, but I think that chin makes him look more irritable. Are you? "I nodded," Yes. That set called Badass. So I think the irritation will be very appropriate. "Sabina looked at the last time and said," But I'll give him a little smaller nose. This is more distracting than the small chin ... Have you ever noticed how thin chin with nose to go together? And in short, why is that? "My phone rang across Sabina's analysis." One second, "I said, assuming it was Margot, who called twice in an hour. too. But when I glanced down, I saw it was Cynthia, my representative. I answered, and as usual, she yelled at the phone. "Sit down. Leo was running through my head, but I was still dumbfounded when she spat out the rest of the information, "Platform magazine called," she said. And now, dear friends, they want her to take a picture of Drake Watters for their April cover story! "It's wonderful," I said, feeling drowned in a messy mood. At first, I was unbelievably unstable. Leo continued to lead the conversation, though in the late hours, I could clearly see that he had left the door behind loudly, quite conveniently, for him to stagger. Sort things through my representatives. However, I did not really think he was so heartbroken. I thought - and maybe even hoped - that the Drake bones were more than a power playc, a plot to lure me back and force me to reel in an improper ambiguous friendship. Now I have to look at this move, if not to say, to see Leo, in a new light. And of course, overwhelmed by all this is a very nervous feeling, shaking with trembling because of being photographed by an idol. "Cool?" Cynthia said. "From great too lightly." "Fantastic floating utopia," I said, smiling ro.Sabina, always curious, but never proved harsh, whispered, "Why? I scrawled some words Platform and Drake Watters in a memo pad. She widened her eyes and danced a bizarre twist around the pillar, scrambling to the cement floor and scurrying off to inform Julian. He looked up and gave me a smile. We do not compete with each other, but we certainly maintain a friendly race. Before this, he and Sabina were ahead very well with the photo shoot Katie Couric told the Redbook in the Hamptons, where Julian is often done all his work before marrying Hillary and isolated drags on New York, too. "they said why they called me?" I asked Cynthia calm after she said a few details about the shooting - namely it would be done in Los Angeles; The magazine will pay three thousand dollars, plus airfare, equipment rentals, surcharges, and a rate at the top Beverly Wilshire hotel. "No," she said. "Who needs to pay attention? You should celebrate right now, do not ask again! "" Yes, "I say, incredibly eager to believe this. In the end, I think when I thank you, hang up, and get a summary of congratulations, a principle, and also a stupid, stubborn fool. Troubles, as Oscar would say. And certainly anyone, including Andy, has to agree that it's not worth giving up on Drake Watters for the sake of his ex-boyfriend. Prev Chapter Next Loading ... Sstruyen.com.vn is the website for reading stories online, attractive with all kinds of stories, narrative, story, the story, not stories, teen stories .... Story is updated the fastest and supports reading on any device such as mobile or tablet. Email: hello@sstruyen.com.vsay, suakhoaoto.com.vn, novels, teenagers, gifts, event companies, delicious, cheap car keys, lock safes , make piaggio car keys

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Love You By My Side-Chapter 12

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Love On My Side

Author: Emily Giffin

Chapter 12
A week later, after many unforgettable parties, Andy and I officially celebrated for my upcoming Drake photo shoot at Bouley, one of our favorite restaurants in New York. Beyond excellent food and warm atmosphere, Bouley has an emotional meaning for us, this is where we dine at our first love, that day, surprisingly , exactly one month after our first appointment. In the morning, I teased Andy that the new French cuisine of Chef David Bouley had urged him to sleep with me.
"You're right," he replied humorously. "At deer meat. You will never forget that deer. It's been so long since you've had such a great meal. "
I laughed, knowing the truth - the wait showed Andy's respect and romance. In addition to the close bonds of friendship between me and Margot, Andy loves me enough to want to make things better than to rush into bed after a long drink,

He was dating a favorite New York lover - or at least the two of me slept with Leo. And although some of our first critics would be unnatural, I would not trade a single detail about it. Until now not.
What makes us even more surprised tonight is that we are sitting in the same private table in the corner of the dome dining room. I raised my eyebrows and said, "Coincidence?"
Andy smiles happily with a shrug.
Obviously this is not coincidence. I smiled at her husband's insight, firmness. There are times when you do things that really seem so great to be true.
In the next few minutes, after seeing a list of wines and menus, we decided to choose the appetizer - fat liver with mushroom garnish for me and Andy's eggplant pancake - accompanied by a bottle of premium champagne. of Bouley. Andy stumbles upon the request for wine, although at least ten years have studied French. The waiter grumbled to express his utterance, if not with Andy's clumsy pronunciation, as well as our choice.
A few minutes later, when the champagne and appetizer were brought out and Andy raised the cup to congratulate his "beautiful, beautiful wife," he went into the substantive issues of the photo shoot. "I'm going to create