"Drop your gun and tell Mr. Clinton to come down now," Drake instructed, his voice cold and commanding. "At my far left, there’s a sniper waiting to eliminate him from his location, and my head guard does not miss a target." He concluded, his gaze unwavering as I watched the man, known as the richest in the area, step out of the car."Drake, the president’s son," the man exclaimed, shocked, as his guards immediately dropped their weapons upon hearing the revelation."Show respect, slave," Drake declared, his voice laced with disdain."It is an honor to meet you, Sir. To what do I owe this huge visit?" he asked, his tone suddenly respectful, although he hadn’t looked in my direction until now. "Can we go inside so that I can welcome you properly?" he suggested, gesturing toward his house."You expect me to enter this lowly house? You disgust me," Drake responded, his voice dripping with contempt. I had long since forgotten this extreme side of him. He sounded like someone who wouldn't
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