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Benson was yelling happily. They all were watching at the image, and the other three burst out laughing. They laughed their heads off bend forward, and Joy even laugh tears started to flow down. The image happened when Benson didn’t intend. He touched his head and laughed with embarrassment. He was about to get up, Dylan stopped him. "Benson, don't get up just yet, we’ll finish reading it right away. Thank you." "Okay, very well, would you please hurry up? I look ridiculous."

And placed it in his hand. No hesitation. Hesitation would mean fear. And fear would mean guilt. Benson took it without breaking eye contact. Then finally— he looked down. Unlocked screen. No password. Of course. I had anticipated this. Prepared for it. Everything was clean. No recording. No trace. No mistake. Still— my pulse rose. Because this wasn’t about what he would find. It was about what he would see in me while he looked. He began to scroll. Slowly.

And then—Benson. He was leaning casually against a pillar, whiskey glass in hand, his face sharpened into a smirk the moment he spotted us. "Well, well," Benson drawled, his voice oozing sugar-coated venom. "If it isn't the man of the hour. Aaron Warner. You clean up nicely. Almost didn't recognize you without your usual… corporate armor." Aaron's jaw tightened, but his smile didn't falter. "Benson." "And you are." Benson's gaze swung to me, lingering too long. "Ah, the husband. You're adorable."

Barbara said, and she smiles, “How much are we talking about?“ Mrs Benson asked, “Ten million dollars, and a building, and If you give me what I demand, I will never look back” Barbara said, “Alright, a bungalow In Washington DC, and five million dollars” Mrs Benson said, “I can see that you not ready” Barbara said, and she stood up, and she said, don't expect me back shortly, but I will strike later” Barbara explained, “Alright, I will give you all your demands, come with your lawyers next week, and I will get everything ready for you” Mrs Benson said,

I wasn't with them but I was following stealthily behind them . I did stick around them enough to witness everything that happened. Returning to the sitting room with two plates of pasta to see Benson sitting calmly deep in his thoughts. His clothes changed to pajamas."here , eat ," Glancing at me briefly he took the plate from my hand,"thank you." With that he focused on the cartoon playing on the TV screen, the food placed on his laps not making a move to eat. Doing my best to ignore his sorrowful and lost self I sat beside him eating my meals while gazing at the screen too.

*Xavier's POV Benson is the worst scum to exist on earth. His pretty face can't do justice to his black heart. As he sits across from me and Harley in the hall, his face has a blank expression. His eyes move between us as we sit there with fake smiles plastered on our faces. The level of discomfort I feel right now is unimaginable. "You two are in love?" Benson asks, pointing a finger at the two of us and Claire nods. "Love?"

💖💖 Thank you. Part 2 Barry Benson, corporate shark, billionaire, and business genius, stood in the dark interior of his home and looked dumbly at the coffee machine. He could spout facts and figures on profit margins, GDPs, EBITDAs, KPIs, and NOIs in his sleep but he couldn’t get the fucking coffee machine to work. He didn’t even know where the damned light switches were in the kitchen and was navigating by the flashlight feature on his smartphone. Why couldn’t his smartphone make coffee? Then he’d be set.

Barry mumbled, staring at the lady that was dancing along with some other ladies. Bennett turned to see the lady he was referring to and his eyes widened at the sight. "What the fuck?!" TBC

“Either you got a new skincare routine or someone is taking special care of you.” Barry only smirked. “A gentleman doesn’t talk.” Carlson laughed. “Right. You’re so known for being a gentleman.” That afternoon, Barry found Brian in the art room, bent over a half-finished sketch. Sunlight poured through the wide windows, touching his hair with gold. Barry leaned against the doorframe. “You keep staring,” Brian said without looking up. “I’m admiring the masterpiece.” “The drawing or me?” “Both,” Barry replied. Brian’s hand paused just long enough to betray him. “You’re going to get us caught.”

He was a person used to trick her. As her mind started to fade she saw something on a small screen. On the Earth in the ash a small blue light flashed. It was not gold. It was not green. It was the light of the Benson-program. June the blue light whispered in her brain did you really think the real Benson would die without a way, into the system?