Black well fitted tailored suit, a nice red tie around his neck to compliment his look perfectly. Well groomed as always, hair styled in a perfect sleek side part. The man walks down the echoey hallway while passing by the cells that withhold numerous criminals. No one would know what is running through his mind; the mind of Zen Fleming. He looks so well composed, not giving any sign of unease or hesitation. No one in the right mind would know the purpose behind why he is here.The cell guard greets him when he halts in front of cell number 102. He nods at the guard who slowly opens the cell for him and stands aside. He lets out a silent huff and slowly walks inside.Sensing an intrusion in his cell, Joe slowly sits up from his lying position and rubs his eyes while yawning and stretching his arms. “Who do we have here?” He lets out a muffled chuckle. Zen shakes his head unable to believe the things he has to do for love. “What are you here for?&rdquo
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