THE WIFE OF A DISGUISED BILLIONAIRE
Stephen said.
“Hey, meet me at the spot in an hour,” I said, “no questions raised,” I added.
Stephen exhaled sharply, “fine,” he replied, after which I hung up.
I took an hour's drive to the outskirts of town, to an old apartment, standing out alone.
Upon my arrival, Steven was packed in the apartment premises.
“You know you're impossible,” Stephen said, as soon as I alighted my vehicle.
“Brian Criag,” I said in a teasing tone, lifting my hands in the air and we both erupted in laughter.
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