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the coffee shop's live security fee

in a corner booth, her laptop

held the desperate glint of someone

silent rhythm on my d

t over fifty men had contacted her wit

few genuine businessmen w

ntercepting every single message, ensuring

e profile, fabricated by Zane,

crossed Sheila's face. She started chatting wi

was talking to one o

t in a trap she couldn't see, met

es' for her tomorrow, all at the same cof

." I

on these fake meetings, and then I

e, when I appeared as her only option,

finally closed her la

sliver of a slender waist, then dragg

she going?

asonably priced motel for

s a place lik

Our people will be

en did

rectly to a hotel across the street from the c

ulars, like some kind of p

looking nervous, constantly check

st "date" came and w

on Sheila's face slowly

e entire morning passed. No

ump, the light in her eyes d

as just sitting there n

the time

t to Zane: "

straightened my clothes,

eading for the coffee shop, heading for my

d snap up. The moment she saw me, her beautiful eyes widen