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Chapter 18: The Wildfire Walks In

Penulis: Skylar Vandler
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MARION

“Let’s meet today in Mikhail’s club. I’ve already texted him. He said he’ll be waiting,” Cyprian said.

“I wanted to rest this evening. I have a flight to catch tomorrow morning. I need to oversee things at my casino in Vegas,” I tell him.

“Marion, come on, it’s been a while since we last met for leisure like this. Liquor and women to fuck, man”. I laughed, shaking my head.

“Aren’t you the one with a movie coming up? You need to stay alert. And I don’t sleep with random women — that’s your style.”

“Come on, man, let’s have fun on Friday night. After all, it’s your jet. You can sleep comfortably”.

“Sure, I’ll come through.”

“That’s what I’m talking about! You owe me, remember? Today is the night to fulfill your promise, bro.”

“Okay. See you later.”

“Yep. More ladies at the club, I -”.I end the call, shaking my head. He really talks too much for a man.

I leave my room, heading to the kitchen for breakfast. My chef is back — thank God.

“Morning, Boss,” he says.

“Morning, Chef Park
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