=This chapter was misplaced in the wrong volume. Don't know whether to just not upload it again or redirect readers here and not upload it again.
"I'm sorry Harley. This can't really work, I've been your friend for long, but I can't date you. Not to be rude but you're slightly deranged." A young woman in a corporate dress spoke.
She wore a black skirt that looked fitted beneath the cream coloured coat. Her buttons were open, revealing more than just a little cleavage.
Harley was sitting across a table while she stood beside it. He took a sip of a coffee before staring at her with a subtle smile.
"Well, why are you still standing there? You can leave." He waved her off.
"You know what, go to hell Harley. You're a jerk." With a disgusted look on her face, she took the other cup of coffee sitting across Harley and spilled it on his face.
