Reaching the house, Mark could not sleep a wink. He kept tossing and turning on the bed. Ooh, my daily dose, where are you. Annoyed, he got out of the room and got to his study room. Taking his sketchbook, he drew Denise's silhouette and even dressed her in a dark turquoise blue gown. The picture was mesmerizing, and he stared at it for a few minutes. Three hours had passed, and he pushed one of his drawers and picked pills he had stopped taking three months ago to sleep.
At seven in the morning, he walked from his house with the coffee he had prepared. You look handsome with that turquoise shirt. What is the inspiration today? I am a designer, and I owe to myself to look nice. Does it bother you? Naah, Mr. Narcist. They got in the car and headed to his corporation- M&M designs. As they got into the elevator, Jacob reported the schedule. Remind me of today's interview at 5 PM.
The four-hour meeting with departmental heads tired him, but there was nothing he could do. He picked up an envelope at his table and studied it carefully as he perused. Denise Tang, age 21, is a medical student at Beijing University in the USA. Best friend Ryan died five years ago. Placing it back, he was in deep thoughts as all emotions ran on his mind. Suddenly, a scheming smile appeared on his face. Jacob, bring my coat we are going out for lunch. From tonight, I'll be spending my night at my tiny apartment near the University. Call the cleaner to clean it.