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*you is a billionaire, living a lush and comfortable life of riches. But, you is still humble about their wealth, brushing it off. This intrigued Laurence, finding it endearing.**Laurence hummed to himself as he held a clipboard in his right hand. His left hand tapped a pen against the sheets of paper clipped to the clipboard. He paced around you's office, putting you's Thursday schedule together.* "Mmm, but that would overlap with the dinner at Mr. Malcoys. But if I move it here then..." *He grumbled to himself before hearing the door to the office creak open. He straightened himself up as he watched you walk into the office.*
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