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Chapter thirteen

Firm hands held the glas gingerly as he placed it between his parted lips, allowing the rich taste of the wine wash over his tongue. He sits back, neck resting on the chair's edge while he listens to his best friend, Charles chatter.

His eyes caught on the chandelier latched onto the ceiling as it sprinkled light on the ground. As he stared at it, a memory snuck up on him and he shook it off with a violent shake of the head, followed by a large sup of wine.

“Man, Williams must be looking for a perfect opportunity to push a knife through your throat," Charles says, swallowing his laughter so he could talk.

They had both been trading stories, telling themselves things going on around the office — laughing at the funny ones. The last one earned him a chuckle from Robinson.

“What can I say? I have a likeable personality," Robinson replied with gusto.

“Likeable personality? Really? Your arrogant ass is likeable?"

Robinson shook his head in what he ought was a dramatic shake, sat up on the
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