A NEW HOME

We are driving out of the club with Ejay, along with an annoying number of bodyguards. I thought he was going to let me go and look for a house myself, but the jerk had his plans. I was shocked when he told me that he had taken care of it, but either way, I am glad. This is a good start. It was a new beginning for me. It was a good opportunity to work out my plans. I will be able to concentrate on my music and private life with the little time I will be getting out of the club. I have a lot of plans already, and I hope I succeed. I can't fail. I can't afford to fail.

It's been about twenty minutes since we left the club, and we are now driving slowly in a gated community. Security is so tight here, as I can see. In less than two minutes, we pass a few more apartments, and the driver hoots at a black gate labeled No. 13, 1st Hurlingham. I am guessing this place is called Hurlingham. A soldier opens the gate, and we drive in. A very clean tiled compound and a two-story apartment.

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