Thought
I wish I could look into his brain and see what demented ideas he dwells over.
“Everything comes at a price. What will come with you being compliant will be greatly benefix. Considering all financial and health worries for you and your family will immediately disappear. This storm going on, it isn’t for no reason. When people upset me, bad things happen, and I don’t want you to be in the receiving end,” he tells me.
His voice has lowered to the point where I’m starting to see his intention. No more is this a friendly conversation over a good dinner. This is business, a deal. Fate wants something from me, and I’m not about to leave until he gets it.
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