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Gavin has been behaving a bit weird lately and I have tried chalking it up to nerves of starting high school but it's becoming too much. For example yesterday, I went over to his house to tell him we were going to the nook since we usually go together only for Mrs.Montague to tell me he ain't around which I know for sure is a big fat lie because he's bicycle was right there at the door. And to top it all off, I saw him peeping out his window as I rode back home. The mere fact that such indents have been going ok for a while now have made me suspicious and now this one simply cements the fact that something is wrong somewhere.

"Well, try to focus. The marketing meeting starts in fifteen minutes. Don't zone out in front of everyone." "Yeah. Got it." Instead of leaving, Gavin leaned against the doorway with a crooked grin, looking far too amused. "Don't tell me..." he drawled. "You're getting addicted to that anonymous chat app." "Don't be ridiculous," I scoffed, sliding my phone farther across the desk. He chuckled quietly, though his eyes stayed sharp. "Relax, Ced. Maybe chatting with strangers will finally distract you from obsessing over the woman with the butterfly hair clip." I shot him a flat look.

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“Hell if I know how those started. But if he did, it wasn’t here. You know the big man doesn’t allow bets that aren’t covered.” Indeed, Fabian might enable illegal gambling, but he also had a policy that demanded money up front. “I don’t suppose you know anything else?” “Nope. But hey, we just lost a girl last week. Darned chit ran off with her boyfriend. Given your client is now unemployed, she should think about a change in career. We’ve got guys who’d pay her big bucks to take those clothes off.” Gavin’s fist struck the counter before he could stop it, and he growled, “Megan won’t be working here. I forbid it.”

Their cold stares sent shivers down his spine. Why was the Underground King of Mirage City here?! Isaac trembled, and said, "Gavin, remember me? I'm Isaac Quinn! I held events before this, and gave you plenty of signed albums and autographs!" "Those things? I threw them straight into the trash," Gavin said, narrowing his eyes as he extinguished his cigarette. "Mr. Lester, how should we deal with this guy?" Isaac realized the gravity of his situation. He clung to Frederick's leg, sobbing uncontrollably.

He froze mid-breath. Megan swallowed hard. “Is she your illegitimate daughter?” The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Gavin’s chest rose and fell rapidly. He took a step toward Megan, his eyes suddenly pleading, his earlier fury melting into panic. “Honey… let me explain,” he said, reaching out instinctively as though he could physically pull her back from the truth. “I just made a mistake. A mistake that every man in the world makes.” That single sentence shattered what little hope Megan had been clinging to.

This is the first day of the official launch of his newly constructed infrastructure, and a few celebrities, including Margaux Villances, have gathered. "The fuck bud, it's really Margaux! My God! She's alive!" Magnus exclaimed next to Declan, as if the young man was just staring at Margaux, who was now talking to the few models who were there while also being surrounded by a few businessmen who had earlier noticed Declan was caressing the girl's gaze. "Why don't you approach her? Is your stupidity working once more—" "She has no idea who I am." Gavin asked, "W-what? S-she has amnesia?"

“Axel got offered a dream job. In Hong Kong. It's this massive deal. I mean, massive. They want him to lead international sports rehab innovations. He’s been working so hard for this.” “And Gavin?” Miss Maria asked gently. “I’m launching my own fashion line,” he beamed. “In Asia! It’s all set. Runways. Photoshoots. I’m even collaborating with a few celebs already.” “Babe,” Axel cut in, amused, “you’re spoiling the announcement.” “I’m emotional, okay?” Gavin wiped at his eye. “My eyeliner’s waterproof but my heart is not.” Cassiel stepped forward, nodding once. “Hong Kong?”

Gavin’s fully stocked liquor cabinet had seen quite an upswing in use, recently. Jim shook his head. Truth was, Gavin had reached a critical mass and was barreling toward a threshold. And, like many authors Jim had worked with over the years this meant only one thing: trouble. A train was roaring down the tracks and Gavin seemed pretty content to stand in its path and stare it down like the stubborn son of a bitch that he was. “Yes I’ve got a Myspace. And a Facebook Fan Page and a Facebook personal page. I’m Linked In, Foursquared and Twittered to hell. Set that all up myself thanks very much, with no help from you.”

He even pulled me close during a press interview, smiling for the cameras. "Mr. Whitestone, we heard about a fire at your villa, and there are rumors of a rift in your marriage?" a reporter asked. Gavin's arm tightened around my waist until I could barely breathe. He smiled charmingly for the camera and kissed the top of my head. "That's nonsense. My wife was just a little shaken up. I love her more than my own life. She is my one and only." The flashes were blinding. I forced a stiff smile.