“Okay, this is your room,” he says, flicking on the lights. I can’t help the shock that takes over my face. This room is bigger than most houses I have lived in. “I am sorry I have to leave, but I have a new job with my father.” A gasp falls from my lips. He can’t let me get someone new. “You can’t leave.” “Jolie, you’re staying with my family. I had no choice, and I accepted the job offer before your placement here anyway. My father offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse.” How can I argue with that? I would choose money too. “Arrangements have been made for you to start school, and a uniform is
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