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      <title>Chloé</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Author&#39;s Note:&lt;/strong&gt; still looking for proof-reader !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(added: )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been few weeks now since Chloe had moved into Tom&amp;rsquo;s apartment, but for first time she was alone for few days. Tom was away on a business trip. She was stressed from a tough day at work.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;The Markets were difficult and tensions were high, especially for brokers - often seen as slaves by traders. She took one of Tom&amp;rsquo;s numerous bottles of Port, a 30 year old tawny, and sank into the sofa.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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