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They talked about the latest merger cases, the new trends in immigration policy, and who would make partner next year. Every word felt distant from me. For the past five years, my world had been precisely confined to this space of just a few hundred square feet. As I was chopping vegetables, the living room erupted with the raucous sounds of a game of Truth or Dare. "Ms. Payne, it's your turn! Truth or dare?" "Truth," Lydia replied, her voice as steady as ever. Someone intentionally spoke in a drawn-out manner. "Of everyone here, who would you call your best partner?"

Sat in the quiet of the apartment — the radiator clicking, the street below doing its evening things, the manuscript open to a page I had written last week where the protagonist stood at a window and refused to decide anything. I had written that scene thinking it was about strength. I was beginning to think it was about fear. I was in bed, almost asleep, when the phone rang. Unknown number. I knew before I answered. Something in the quality of the silence on the other end — half a second before she spoke — told me exactly who it was. "I just want you to understand something." Juliette's voice was honey poured over gravel. Smooth on top, something hard underneath. "He's not doing this for yo

What is the problem? The elevator pinged and he came out in the lobby. Several heads turned and women sighed, as they looked at him. Yes, this is what he wanted. He is handsome, and knew that everyone wanted him, then why isn;t this woman showing the same interest? He made his way to the car waiting for him and slipped in. “Take me to Lucci’s, Mike.” Lucci was his friend’s bar and it was not just bar, but a strip club and Aslan was the only one there who had fucked every one of the strippers, bartenders and waitresses. Aslan’s life was simple. He liked attention and he loved sex. He would fuck any women who ask for it. He was a young man and he enjoyed every moment of his life, doing whatev

Sebastian said, “Ethan has Marshall Clark on his side. I believe no one can help me win other than Ms. Aurora ” The name carried weight. Marshall Clark was an elite lawyer who had never lost a case. His record was so spotless that even seasoned attorneys felt a chill when his name was mentioned. Worse, Marshall and Ethan were childhood friends. Some claimed Marshall was as good as Aurora, perhaps even her equal. That was exactly why people were fascinated by the idea of them facing off in court. It was also why Sebastian King had been willing to pay nearly any price to secure Aurora's services. But now…

" I turned, picked up the urn, and shoved it into his arms. "Claire is dead. The traffickers tortured her to death!"

She also browsed the internet and looked for hospitals where she could probably see a doctor who would believe them. Upon looking at the internet, she came across a movie clip and decided to just forget about the current problem they are having and started watching the movie on her app. She thought the movie was a love story but it ended up so violent that Kira had taken the front. She didn’t know why they were watching such a horrible movie but it did make her remember all the negative memories they had experienced. Unfortunately, she was not the only one who was triggered with the movie, Ms Livy also took the front and when she could not take what she was seeing she threw the tablet at the

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he said non-chalantly. He was shuffling through the movies on the streaming service when Clayton stopped him. "Wait! Go back!" "What? This way?" Matt asked scrolling backwards through the movies he had just looked at. "There! Fight Club!" Clayton exclaimed enthusiastically. "You want to watch Fight Club?" Camden asked, looking mildly confused. "It's really good, Cam. Possibly my all time favourite movie ever. Please can we watch it?" he pleaded, giving her puppy dog eyes. "Come on, Cam. You might like it too," Matt chimed in hopefully, clearly also keen to watch the film. "I mean..." she started, but Clayton cut her off. "We'll watch anything you want. Even some Disney princess shit. Come on

Orion The guys wanted to get in some overtime since we have been slammed during the week. I agreed since the volume is more than normal. When the guys asked if they could do this, I said why not, but not a full day. It's Saturday and we'll close at 2pm. I checked my phone before I started to get ready. There was a bunch of messages asking to go clubbing. I rolled my eyes and thought "it's been a long time since I've been clubbing, there's no need for that now." I deleted those messages because I didn’t care much for the sender. I’m 35 with a career, granted I’m not the riches guy in the world, but I feel like I’m pass the point in my life when staying at home isn’t such a bad idea. As

" They were so persistent that I willed myself to ignore the itching and burning in my throat. Clapping a hand over my nose and mouth, I hurried to the table, picked up a glass of beer, and downed it in one go. I then turned and made a beeline for the door. Caleb lounged on the couch and called out to me, "Hey, where do you think you're going? We're not done drinking. You need to have a drink with each of us, princess." "That's right. This is what hanging out is all about. You can't drink and leave without tossing some jokes around. We're not all that bad, right?" Breathing became difficult as if a leaden weight pressed down on my chest. At some point, I couldn't even make out what they were