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ANGELIC...The truth is that we are sinking. My dad would never say how much, but I know. Margot didn't buy too much this week, staff numbers were reduced and Elliot Donneli's campaign all but came to a halt. For a politician, it is the bottom. Margot even tried to have afternoon tea with her friends - politicians' wives - today, but to no avail. Only five were present.I walk over to the dining room table, where my dad and Margot are seated, and take a seat to his left. I grab the towel and place it on my lap."Good night," I said. The mood around the table is gloomy."Good night," Margot replies. She takes the towel and places it on her lap, quite abruptly. My father sighs.- What's new? I ask. Gradually, the hunger I felt when I left the room disappeared.“Tell him,” insists Margot.I look from one to the other, trying to pick up something. Ever since my father was diagnosed, the problems have kept cropping up. He remains one of the most important figures in the world, but with an

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THE WHITE...I grew up in the Bronx surrounded by all these people who were considered disgusting. Really dirty. One of them is Lenon, a gentleman closer to death than life. Unusually, I sympathize with him more than any younger person.- Ten blows and you beat me - said Lenon.I watch the board between us, calculating the moves I need to make to checkmate while trying to anticipate his moves.Yes I see that. But how fun would that be? I take my pawn in E2.- No - he growls.And he gives me the same look I've seen since I was a kid, when he was acting up around the neighborhood. But I can't resist. Unable to hold back my smile, I ignore it and go to E4. He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, exasperated by the lack of control and strategy he's failed to teach me all those long afternoons.I like to be meticulous and certain when I do something, but sometimes that makes me predictable. And more dangerous than impulse is foresight.Loud music echoes outside the workshop. I can see ever

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- Look closely - He continues - You can still catch me. Ten shots.Ten?I grab my horse and move it to F3, hearing Lenon sigh as he leads his horse back to C6, as if on autopilot."Idiot," he growls, getting mad at me. I can hear it in his voice, and my pulse quickens as he continues the game, making the moves as if we've been going in circles for years, and he's done with my mistakes and impulsiveness.He just wants to play and have his inevitable win so he can get back to work now that my head is out of the game. My bishop at C4, your pawn at D6, my other knight at C3. And when he reaches his bishop, I stop breathing watching him go G4, pinning my knight to my queen.It really worked, and he still couldn't see what he had done. I move my knight to E5, taking his pawn and leaving my queen completely vulnerable to the bishop. He sees the opening, nods and captures it, removes it from the board and moves his bishop in place of my queen.My heart skips in my throat. He thinks he got me.

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- I heard, but I don't owe you an explanation.His audacity makes me raise my eyebrows and, again, almost smile. This woman intrigues me on all our dates. Sometimes too predictable. Other times, a devil."Angelique," I growl, as Lenon did to me.- You shouldn't be here either.His eyes scan the room, then back to my costume. No, I'm not going to the Bronx anymore. This shell I put on to infiltrate American politics is different from the me who grew up in this hole.- I have my reasons.- And I have mine!She turns around and starts walking away from me, not even knowing where she's going. Angelic just refuses to stay here and agree to babysit.And just like with Lenon, warmth courses through my arms, stomach, groin and thighs as I wait to see if she will do what I want her to do. I hope she proves to me that she doesn't need to be protected. I close my eyes for a second, finally feeling something. Just a pinch, but it's better than nothing.She walks until she is stopped by a guy. He'

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It takes me a few seconds to understand his words and how they make me feel. Not good, definitely not. My hands tingle, then I realize it's anger, so much so that it makes me want to punch his already misshapen face. Blood runs through my veins at the speed of light, and it's been years since I felt that. Last time I think I was in jail.- What did you say? I ask, raising Angelic's eyes to him.“You heard what I said, man. He smiled, like it was a joke I should laugh at.- I heard, but I'm giving you a chance to change the shit you just said.In peripheral vision, I can see Angelic's eyes widen. She would most likely ignore this guy. I should do the same, since it's none of my business.- I didn't know it was yours. I am sorry.'I don't…' Angelic turns to him.- To abandon. You're not going to run - I interrupt him. This is, yes, the subject we need to discuss.- You don't command me.I look at the red-haired guy and raise an eyebrow. He will only give this key to Angelic if he plans

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ANGELIC...When I wake up in the morning, my head is exploding. Last night slowly seeps into my memory, and I wait for regret to come, but it doesn't. Until I opened my eyes, it was like everything was just a dream. A good dream.Skyla didn't give me much information about why she was dating the Bronx. Not that it's wrong, but it's not the kind of place an oil heiress visits. However, I didn't hate it. Maybe he even liked modified cars, people who don't care what other people think, and the smell of the streets. Maybe.Reluctantly, I open my eyes. All the blinds are drawn, so the room is delightfully dark. I get up and don't even bother to put on the bathrobe over the nightgown. I tend to be very formal and obedient, but the past few days have shown me that my behavior won't change our future. The failure is almost definitive for the Donneli family.I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth and comb my hair. My face is healthy red, and I can only say it's been since last night. Adrenaline.

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I sit down and place my briefcase on my lap. I put the phone down and help myself to scrambled eggs and orange juice. I feel Margot's gaze on me, and I almost think she knows what I did last night. But no, she doesn't know. Margot doesn't bother to think about what I'm doing. And now that we're on the verge of bankruptcy, I doubt she'll be a Donneli for long.- You don't want to know where your father is? - she prompts.- Where's my dad?- In the ballroom. An investor showed interest in sponsoring her candidacy - she says, with a tone of voice that does not indicate happiness.- I thought no one wanted to sponsor him.- They didn't - said Margot - But now...- Is that the senator? - I ask before taking a sip of juice.- The senator? - she laughs - The only thing he wants is to put the name Mares on you. Other than that, it won't help Elliot.- So who? - as soon as the words come out of my mouth, the double doors of the bedroom entrance open. Margot and I turned to watch Elliot Donneli

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Elliot wasn't the best dad in the world, and he didn't try to be. During his lifetime, my mother forced him to fulfill his role as a father. I don't know if he was good or if my mind forced me to believe he was, because it's more comforting that way. The fact is that it all ended with his death.I know Elliot suffered a lot and couldn't give much for me at that time. But then Margot came along and she helped him grieve in a way that I had never done. I think we got used to the distance. He stopped being a father and I accepted him, because it was too late for us to change. However, that never meant that I stopped loving her and wishing her well. I want him to take care of his health.- Good."I think we're done here," says Bruce. My dad greets like a puppy, like he's not just the most important person in the world. In fact, that's how most people behave around Bruce, as if they were much smaller than him."I'll walk you to the door," Elliot whispers.Bruce stares at me again and I und

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The lawn surrounding the church is wet from yesterday's rain, which makes it even more beautiful. The walls of the temple are white, but the supporting pillars are golden.I slowly enter the sacred temple, almost as if I don't want to be here. I know it's supposed to be God's house, but knowing everyone who frequents this environment, including the priest, I don't feel like I'm in a holy environment. So much pride and lies behind these bricks disgust me.It is a large and lavish temple, made just for the elite. It is a place where people with little money would not feel well. Even the blessed chalices are pure gold. The good part is that I can truly meet God no matter how corrupt others are.But at this point, I too am corrupt. Just remembering this man's eyes on me, fixed on my coordinates as if he had an obligation not to forget, warms me.Yes, I must confess, this time for real.The church is practically empty, so I sit down on the last pews. Father Bee is kneeling before the altar

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- Hello, my children - said the priest, making me open my eyes and realizing that he is already standing behind the pulpit.I look aside, to confirm the suspicion that Mr. Campbell is there. He stares straight ahead, but his green eyes never seem to focus on one spot. I also look at the priest, pretending that the man next to me doesn't exist.Now the visit of all the young people and nuns is explained. They brush past him, smile as if they're only being polite, then make their way to the first pews, just for the chance to sway their hips in their robes in his line of sight.But Bruce doesn't seem to be interested in them. Her face is turned towards the image of the Virgin Mary on the altar, and I could tell her spirit is praying.- Let's start with the choir - Father Abeille calls, then the children go up to the altar and get organized to start singing, all in white cassocks with gold ornaments.- Family atmosphere, right? - I ask, because being next to him in silence is torture.- I

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