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ore my mind’s eyes. I push the contract on the desk and place the pen next to it. “Finished.” We have another lock of stares, a vibrant one, and he smiles and takes it. Y

e way and we’ll talk later. Your piece of the contract I’ll bring it to you tonight after it will be legalized. Take the credit card and use it. Have it with you all the time.

day.” I stand up, nod at him and walk out to wait for the driver without looking back. Yeah, he’s

the waiting room. He introduces himself as Kurt Bingley and tells me to follow him as he’s going to drive me where I need to and then to take me to boss

ain is on explosions to do this. My apartment is like a penthouse. The only valuable I have left. Family hou

owledge. He said he curses me if I sell this apartment, too. He blames himself for eating my life and he doesn’t want me to lose more than I already did. He was against me halting my business and everything to take care of

t is crushing my ribcage. I feel worthless and unable to make money in other ways. I’ve lost contact with many important people as I acted like a

one. Older than her…. She’s my age and he’s fifty-one. She told him I’m her cousin, which I’m not, and that I need a well-paid job like yesterday. He found out about

e person related to her or him. I value fair play. If you deserve it, you deserve it. I don’t care who your daddy or mommy is. I care what’s in

babe in her all, but awfully nagging that I don’t have a personal life and that the biological

ah…. I so loved this apartment…. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and man up, inhaling and exhaling, clearing my throat and

’ll call him later to discuss with him. I can’t have a face to face talk with him now. He’ll get upset for