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He asks me as we walk into his house. "Sure, put on anything." I walk over to one of the main living room couches and sit down. "What about All Americans?" He asks as he clicks on the title. "It's very interesting. I'm in season 2 but I could re-watch it if you're interested." "I've heard about it before. Let's watch it." I say. Justin nods and snuggles up close to me. "Being with you is the best thing in the entire universe. I'm glad I can finally call you mine." Guilt floods my system.

She exclaimed. “Do not worry,” Patricia loved her brother’s strategy. “They do it a lot in movies.” Hailey frowned. She dipped her hands into her pocket and took out a dollar. At least a dollar was like gold to the 9 year olds. “I will tell mum to stop making you watch TV,” Hailey threatened as she slipped it in their hands. “A dollar is too small,” Patrick frowned. “I agree with Patrick. A dollar can’t buy anything great these days,” Patricia folded her arms. Hailey was completely speechless.

I kindly grabbed the phone from the corner to bring it nearer to the two of them, giving the live audience a close-up view of the drama. Confused, the viewers flooded the comments. "What's going on? I thought the livestream was supposed to be exposing the unknown true nature of Violet?" "Why are they arguing? I thought we're here to see Violet jump off the building?" I waved at the camera and said with a smile, "My apologies, but I'm in a pretty good mood right now. I don't plan on jumping off any buildings for now." The viewers went silent. In the meantime, Benjamin and Jerome's fight had gone from verbal to physical.

My acceptance. I sat there in shocked silence, hope flickering like a fragile match in my chest. I need to call Jamie. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. It rang twice before he picked up. “Louis, my boy,” his rough voice poke from the other end. “How are you?” “I got a job, Jamie,” I started. “A job? Where?” I could hear the confusion in his voice and I understood it but he had to know. “At a casino called Allure,” I replied. “I think this is it, Jamie,” I added. “This could be my ticket away from that house. Away from him. I’ll finally have a chance to live.” I pressed a trembling hand over my eyes and breathed out slowly.

“William, I feel a little dizzy.” William immediately lifted her into his arms and left. I watched silently. This time, I didn’t feel sadness or pain. I followed Mike back to the hospital. His phone suddenly rang on the desk. That was my phone. Since my family couldn’t be contacted, Mike had been holding onto it. I leaned in and saw that the message was from William. “Jennifer and I are getting married at the end of the month. You like money, don’t you? As long as you come, I’ll give you a million.”

She sniffled and leaned dramatically into Blake's arms like the victim in a tragedy. To anyone watching, it looked like I was the villain. But they seemed to forget that this entire competition was being broadcast live. Every move I made was right there in front of everyone. Before I could say anything, Carl clapped, breaking the silence. "You two are really something else. Did you forget this was a live broadcast?" He pointed toward the big screen above the crowd and added, "Since you're accusing Clara of trying to kill you, let's roll back the footage and see exactly what happened."

We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue. And the tablet in her shop was, as usual, airing news that ruined my mood. The news was talking about the Claude Group. It was a new company and was going strong in the first six months of the year. Now it was in a crisis, and Lauren, the CEO, stepped down. They filed for bankruptcy and started restructuring. I changed the channels. Ah, better. Now it was showing a popular comedy variety show. Laughter came from the screen, and the three of us raised a toast. "To a bright future!"

Unknown number. *Don’t overthink it. Just show up.* I stared at the screen for way too long thinking of who it might be before typing back. *Who the hell is this?* *You know who.* *How did you get my number?* *Doesn’t matter. See you at 5.* He went offline. I threw the phone across the room. It bounced off the wall and landed on my hoodie. Jun kept snoring above me like nothing in the world was wrong.

Please be negative. It had been several minutes since I took the test and yet, I still couldn’t bear to bring myself to look at the result. I just graduated from university and just started settling at work. I am barely managing to keep myself alive, let alone eat proper meals everyday. How could I possibly handle anything more?