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he asked again. "Well, she was talking with Sheira, if I'm not mistaken, Sheira gave her the flyers, anyway, how is your talk with Mr. Daniel?" Blake suddenly snapped his finger and said, "Oh, yeah! I almost forgot, here, take my keys or you can use your car. Go and meet Engineer Sanchez and Architect Cole, I've already talked with them about my plan for the painting gallery. They told me that they want to introduce the best real estate agent for picking a spot for us. Check his offer and report it to me later in case you finished earlier," he said.

“Okay well, you better get busy or tell me what you want so I can get it over there right now. I figured we can start with the bed and get your things from the apartment over there then we can redecorate and do whatever you want. The place is yours to do as you please Kate please know that. I am not obviously into much as you’ve seen from my apartment in college and my “storage room.” I laughed a great deal but also was excited at the same time too. It was hard not to fall in love with such a beautiful place and I had to admit it was perfect for us. Still, I couldn’t believe 16 million was what we were talking about! Plus I hadn’t dared to ask how much the two apartments down below us would

Blake took the money and smiled, taking out his phone and calling Susan Writtle, his assistant. “Susan, I have a purchase deal for a two-bedroom home by the military base next to the Capital. Can you draw out the papers and send them to me by the name of Daren West. Yes, thank you, oh, the purchase of two hundred dollars. Yes. Thank you; see you tonight at Grandfather’s to finalize the purchase. Bye.” Blake hung up his phone to the astonishment of Daren. “You, you. What did you do?” Daren asked, getting ahold of himself after the shock, but Helen came out of the shop then.

I whined and fell back on the bed. "Look, I found something. Room available for rent. No preference. Pets allowed. Advance payment is not required. Rent $500 dollars." She started to read the advertisement and I sat up straight on the bed to look at the laptop screen. "It's very close to your uni and look at the pictures, babe. It's a 2BHK apartment and it's so spacious." We began to slide the images and I had to agree with her. It was super cool and so much better than living in a dorm room but the rent was $500 dollars.

Liam said, took his coat, and left Blake's apartment, where he thought he would gain some strength and motivation from some he loves and who claims to love him too, they haven't even been in a relationship for long, not even up to three months and Blake is already acting this way, he should have known better than to be sincere and told him about his condition, he thought telling him would have made it easier for the both of them to communicate but that wasn't the case, Blake still wanted him to do the things that he wasn't supposed to be doing, at this rate, he might just call it off. Liam went back to the hotel he was currently using, he laid on the bed, for some reason he felt burnt, felt

Dom The holding apartment is fifteen kilometers outside the city, in an industrial belt of warehouses and self-storage facilities. Oba acquired it last week through a contact who manages property foreclosures and looks the other way about who his sub-letters actually are. Two rooms. Concrete floor. A drain in the center of the larger room, which is why Oba picked it. We park behind the loading bay at quarter past seven. Saint and Butcher walk Bartoš inside, one on each elbow. Kir behind them.

My phone pinged with a new message from Fabrico. We've been talking since the night he left my apartment. The night Blake tried coming unto me. I pulled the phone out of my purse, shielding my face from the sun so I could see my screen. Where are you right now? ____Fabrico

Crystal parked her car in the long driveway of the Blake mansion, her heart pounding with anxiety and rage. The sprawling estate loomed before her, but tonight it felt more like a fortress, shielding the people who had caused her so much pain. As she stepped inside, the sound of voices carried from the living room. she paused in the grand foyer, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Olivia Blake, Christian’s mother, seated on the cream leather couch. Beside her was Christian’s younger sister, Danielle, and a few other family friends. Their laughter filled the space, but it didn’t reach Crystal’s heart.

Blake: My cell phone was stolen so I don't have it for now, tell me about it here :) Kenzie: I'm staying at the cabin in the woods, almost by the lake, do you know where it is? Blake: Sure! I thought that place was abandoned 🤔🤔 But that's ok, see you at five? ;) It was barely half past two. Kenzie: Five o'clock is perfect. Blake: Until five o'clock then <3 Kenzie: See you at five :) I disconnected. I let out all the air I was holding and dropped into the back of the chair.