~{ARLEEN'S POV}~
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A DAY LATER…
"Mrs Arleen, I need your help with something."
I was currently in the kitchen when my PA called. She sounded distressed.
"Alright, I will send my driver to come get you."
When I ended the call, Clifford glanced at me before resuming what he was doing.
"What's wrong?"
"Leah needs my help."
"Why?"
"I don't know exactly."
Dropping the knife, he faced me.
"She needs your help and you did not ask why? What if it's something that doesn't require her coming here?" He gave me a look to which I smiled at.
"Well, when it comes to my PA, everything matters. How's your PA by the way?" I diverted to him.
"Pharell is good but stressed out with the countless work he has to get done in the next three days." He explained.
"Is he still in New York?"
"Yes."
"He'll really need a break once he is back," I suggested.
