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he asks me. “I’m not sure honestly, but it’s not looking good. Sarah said she got her stable but kicked me out of the room for being too much in the way,” I put my head down in embarrassment as I reply back to Carter. “Can I hold him?” I ask Amara. She looks at me and I see a flicker of anger pass across her eyes before she hands me the baby. “He seems so tiny in my arms,” I say

Christopher's POV: I saw Josephine again at a bidding event. She was standing among the crowd, talking fluently and eloquently. She was introducing her new product, and standing with her was an equally brilliant man. He was her husband, or so they said. They built their business up from scratch, and that was an inspiring story. It was also a testament to their skills. I held my glass as tightly as I could, holding back my urge to step forth. She, however, said hi to me first.

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“This book isn’t for you.” “But I like the story.” “‘Like’ isn’t part of your life curriculum,” she said coldly. “Ace, this is a weak book. One that tries to make justice sound like a matter of emotion. And the world doesn’t work that way.” “It’s just fiction, Mama. For fun.” “Fiction won’t make you anybody.” Her eyes went ice cold. “We don’t read books that justify rebellion against the law. Especially ones that humanize criminals.” “But it’s not—”

Me and myself. I managed to pull myself up and reached for the pocket of the jacket I'm wearing. The book Justin gave, The First Born is inside. "You know, you really gave me a headache" I said looking at the book in my hands. Even after thinking about it on the diners and through my way home last night, I'm still confused and somewhat frustrated. I still can't believe what was written on this book. Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing.

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“Here you go,” Niko says holding out an old brown book. Like the mafia rules, there’s nothing written on it, no title, or author's name. not even an abstract design. Just a plain book. At least this one seems to be just an old journal not like the other one Niko described to be bound in human flesh, yuck. The original Mafia rules, not the copy I read but still. I still sniff at it a little. Only smelled old woodsy smell and nothing gross like rotten flesh or skin.

I finally smiled when my eyes landed on the third line: a red alert notice. Just as I had suspected. Last week, Edward had illegally used a batch of cheap orthopedic implants that had never been approved by the drug administration. The result? A car accident patient developed a severe post-operative infection and was now in the ICU, fighting for their life. The entire incident had been suppressed. It was never reported. Everything clicked into place. No wonder he had not dared to perform any surgery today. Claiming my identity was 'suspicious' had just been an excuse.

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