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A Fatal Request

Fallon was seated at a table in the corner, surrounded by a group of well-dressed men and women. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, her sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of candlelight.

As our eyes met across the room, a cold smile curled the corners of her lips. I let out a shaky smile as my heart skipped a beat while anxiety silently beat me up.

As I walked in her direction, she kept her eyes on me, her creepy smile making me feel like I was in a horror movie. “Hi,” I greeted her when I reached her table.

The men and women that were at her table talking all went quiet as they watched me.

“I would have to excuse myself, people. I have some important business to be done,” She said as she stood to her feet.

The dress she was wearing was very short and it showed off her breasts very well. She flashed her colleagues a smile before walking away with me right on her tail.

We went to a much quieter part of the club, and when I said quiet, I did not mean that the
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