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"Hi, I'm here for the job interview," I said nervously while looking at the most handsome man I've ever seen. His dark ash brown hair was brushed back, causing him to appear more appealing. His black eyes that held a very deadly glare, wh...
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>>>♡<<< Camila's Pov
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I....don't know" I shrug, still looking at his eyes. Our eyes were quite similar....well it was more than quite, it literally look almost same and I just wonder if we were related or something.
But how?
I mean he can't be my son, can he? Because my son was stolen five years ago and----
Oh my god!!!
He'sfive years isn't he?
"Ethan..." I began, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Yes Ms. Davis?" He said, tilting his head again while he waited for me to say whatever I was gonna say to him.
"W-who is your mother?" I asked and he immediately stiffen.
"I-I...don't know ma'am. " he said looking away and I frown.
What if he's....
No, it can't be. I mean I can't have a son for Mr. Alexander, right? I never slept with him plus Ethan's mom must be dead or maybe Mr. Alexander knows where she is...maybe it's Christina...
It's just a coincidence that Ethan happens to be the same age that my son is or would be, that's if he's dead and it's also a coincidence that Ethan don't have a mother...
Yeah, it has to be...
[A/N: oh Camila...if only you knew thatyour son was actually sitting rightbesideyouandit's no coincidence😧]
"oh..." was all I said back to his reply and we sat there in silence, that was until Ethan spoke.
"Ms. Davis, can you make me a sandwhich?" He asked, now looking at me.
"Well I would but I believe Mr. Alexander said that the maids will take care of the foods you want to eat" I responded with a sigh.
"I know but I hate the way they make my sandwiches. It taste awful" He said scrunching his nose and I laughed at the face he made.
