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A BAD DAY, GIVE ME A BREAK

GREG:

Upon our arrival, James parked behind Dribble's car, and above a ten-story building depicting millions of worth. Atop the building, a large billboard proclaimed the title 'Your Fitness Complex.' The grandeur of the structure alone reflected the exclusive clientele it catered to—the likes of James and his friends.

I felt a sense of impending doom. This venue is undoubtedly a magnet for paparazzi thirsty for photos. I assessed my chances of blending in with the squad without drawing attention, and they seemed slim at best. Walking in with a mask amidst a group of young billionaires would only attract more public scrutiny.

The boys stepped out of the car and positioned themselves in a way that resembled a photo shoot, emanating an aura that matched the grandeur of the building.

With such a display, I'm unavoidably doomed.

The SUV drove past our vehicles and disappeared into the left corner of the building. Soon, the two bodyguards returned and respectively took a side of both Drib
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