Joe’s POVIf someone had told me that the next time Don Julian would ask to see me, it would be at a school, I would have laughed in their face.A goddamn school.Of all places.Kids ran around everywhere, shouting, laughing, chasing each other like their lives depended on it. Small bodies, loud mouths, pure chaos. The kind of place I avoided like a disease.I stood by the gate, hands in my pockets, staring at the building like it had personally offended me.“What are we doing here?” I asked as I walked up to Don Julian’s car.He was seated comfortably in the back seat, relaxed, calm, like this was the most normal thing in the world. As if we weren’t surrounded by children and teachers and cartoon drawings on the walls.He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he motioned to the driver, and the door opened smoothly. Don Julian stepped out slowly, adjusting his coat, his cane tapping the ground as he straightened.“What do you think?” he said calmly. “We’re here to do charity work.”I bl
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