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It's just a simple statement coming from him that makes me smirk too. "What in return?" I asked, I know Gonzalo too well. He has no friends when it comes to business. So all his proposals have a replacement, and I am willing to take it, whatever it is, because big money will come into me when I get Gonzalo's project proposal, when it happens. "You really know me, Engr. Well, it's just simple," I just looked at him and said, "Drop it." Silence filled our area, until. . .

We all knew it was coming, but somehow we were all still disappointed when it was delivered. Brian stood on the deck, casually pinching a cigarette like he was surveying his domain. He was in full dirtbag mode, his brown hair hanging long over his shoulders. His shirt was off, revealing a surprisingly cut, yet mostly skinny, chest. I could see the length of his fully tattooed arms - a rolling kaleidoscope of blues and greens. He was wearing a pair of mirror sunglasses; I had no idea where he'd gotten them from. In his non-smoking hand, Brian was cupping the ass of a bony blonde. I'd been so shocked by his arrival, I hadn't noticed her till that moment.

The old handwriting continued across the page. Then I noticed the newer writing.Black ink.Sharper.Cleaner.Written between the original lines.My chest tightened.Those notes weren't ancient.They had been added much later."When were these written?""We don't know.""You said the ledger was ancient.""It is.""Then someone came back and wrote in it.""Exactly."I looked closer.

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