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“I’d like to make a reservation. For tonight. 7pm.” The young guy sitting there didn’t even look up from the computer screen. He was typing, leisurely, not in any kind of rush. “Yeah… that’s not gonna happen,” he said flatly. I blinked. "What?" He kept typing. “All our tables are booked. Every one of them,” he added, still not sparing me a glance. “You can come back tomorrow, really early. Or, you know, hang around for a while. Sometimes these billionaires get bored, cancel last minute, head off to a hotel with their mistress or whatever. Typical stuff. You might get lucky.”

He asked back and dropped it and she smiled. “Your turn.” He said and she smiled, she slowly opened it and brought out a book. She read the cover and glared hard at him. “What? What is it?” Cassie asked and Bryar turned the book to them. “Tips on how to get smart.” Scott read the cover and they groaned. “Hmm, Bryan won this year.” Alex laughed and Bryar glared hard at him. “My bad.” He said. Bryan chuckled and pulled Bryar into a hug.

I asked, surprised. “Everyone does!” Sydney exclaimed, reaching behind a pillow and retrieving her laptop. “He’s only the hottest bachelor in politics right now.” “I had no idea,” I said, suddenly feeling out of the loop. “Trust me,” Sydney continued, fiercely typing away on her keyboard. “He’s worth doing a little research.” She turned her computer screen toward me to reveal an enlarged photograph of Cal Booker. I observed his facial features for a moment, studying every crease and every pore. His eyes looked like they told a story.

A black car parked in front of the alley. I am sure that it is the agency car. A man walks out of the driver's seat and approaches me. To my surprise, he looks decent and with well etiquette. "Hello maam, my name is David." he takes my hand in a formal handshake and I smile at his politeness. "I'm here to take you to the office" he smiles genuinely. But I scoff inwardly at the word 'office'. How on earth could he call a prostitution center an office?

Shadow threw a side glance at Ben through the rear view mirror. “With that Siren voice of hers, it doesn’t really matter whether you’re on speaker or Bluetooth” Ben smirked “Can I make a booking for a private room for 7am?” “Anything for you Charming?” Skype laughed evilly before adding “as long as you pay with my charm unlimited’s credit card” “Cough… cough… I am hanging up” “Why is unlimited’s face black as coal?” “Beep…beep…beep”

Benjamin played the big role of an older brother to him, a driver, secretary, and more importantly, he always had his back. Knowing he was going to have a bad dream yet again, he had notified him of an available first edition comics whose abridged edition was trash. He had to get there on time. He hated the slightest touch on any book he was going to buy since he was getting it himself. He had disguised himself in such a way that no one could recognize him. Not even the paparazzi! He walked into the book store filled with the stench of old books, asking the front desk about the available first edition books.

Hugh went back to gossiping, not wanting Hayden to be sad thinking about the future. Nobody knew what the future held. Hugh believed there was no point dwelling on it and simply took every day as it came. Kevin would always love Hayden, and Hugh was confident about it. Hayden knocked Hugh’s head and said peevishly, “Serenity’s bridal party should arrive any minute now. You can get your answer when you see Mr. Bucham later. I’m not him. How would I know?” “Mr. Bucham is a private person who only reveals what he wants others to know. He keeps his private affairs under wraps, and no one can pry into his business.”

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