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Despite every survival instinct telling me not to meet up with men I didn’t know personally, I did it anyway. I met James at the movie theater. He as a Warrior, he didn’t have rank, and he was from one of the surrounding packs. He was proud of where he came from and liked what he did. He didn’t want more or less. He was working a job nearby for a short assignment. He wasn’t expecting to be here long. My hands were sweaty and icy as I walked through the theater doors. I saw him instantly. He stood out like a sore thumb. He was glorious, really. Tall, blonde, blue eyes with broad dependable shoulders.

"You two are going to really regret this in the morning." James wanders around the room, wearing an enchanted expression: it's a Master's personal playground. .... He's going to want one of these.... "Well," he comments, "I know what I bought myself when I became a millionaire." Charlotte is watching him, admittedly, somewhat woozily. He flashes brows at her. "Now I know what I'll buy when I'm a billionaire." She grins, and he wanders over to look down on his recalcitrant sub. "You two have enjoyed yourselves. Dare I ask if we have any secrets left? Any of us?"

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"Yes. I'll take your word for it, Non Cheryl. Now take your medicine first." "I feel bad for you then. I said I didn't believe you. When Papa comes home, I'll make sure Papa says that for me and Mis Lily." *** James was still grooving his fingers on the laptop keyboard. He had a lot of work to do today. Even Denny's help still felt insufficient because of the many projects he had to complete. The launch of the latest promotional program to welcome the second tri-semester of this year was about to begin.

James POV "So when is she coming back?"I asked Penny's Nanny "I really don't know sir"she said plainly I exhaled loudly storking my jaw "Okay then...tell her I visited"I walked away and got into my car I drove slowly on the road with thoughts of Penny filling my head I wonder why she hates people? Since I knew her...she never had a friend...expect from me...cause I always forced myself on her Well am James Hudson...27 years of age and a multi millionaire

But there was no time to explain nuances to him. James, observing the scene, let out a low chuckle. "Yes, it’s all my fault," he said, sarcasm dripping from every word. "Should I praise you two for your brilliant contribution to the Paw Patrol? How silly and cute you are?" I shot him a look, but I couldn’t entirely suppress the smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. His mockery was biting, but it wasn’t misplaced. This whole situation was ridiculous. "A thief knows to steal at night when it’s dark," James continued, his voice laced with sharp humour, "but you two? You’re so stupid, you’re making a scene in your own mall in front of everyone. Showing off your idiocy?"

I guess I know where I'm headed. Standing in front of the first door, I took a deep anxious breath before knocking briskly. “Come in!”, a hard but slightly familiar voice grunted from the other side of the door. I opened the door and walked in with my face turned to the ground. “Good morning sir. My name is Maya Jensen and I'm your new Personal Assistant”. I spoke up in a polite tone. When I didn't get a response from my new boss, I looked up in confusion. The first thing I saw was a mop of brown tousled hair sitting on a familiar face.

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But, God, this made me feel so much better. "Oh, come on, baby,” James said, running a hand through his dark hair, muscles flexing against his shirt, which looked a size too small for him. He hadn’t gotten any new clothes since freshman year of high school. The last time I spoke to any of them. His mom probably couldn’t afford them, being a single mother of five kids. That woman just kept popping them out. Should’ve stopped after her first. That way, I wouldn’t have had to meet this man-whore of a guy.

"Now go open the front. It's six fifty-eight and Mr. Patterson will be here at seven on the dot and if the door isn't unlocked he'll bang on it like he's being chased." Mr. Patterson arrived at seven on the dot. He ordered a black coffee. He was human. He was seventy-three. He wore suspenders and read the obituaries and he had no idea that the girl behind the counter was a seer bound to two beastlords who ran the city from underground. "Morning, Josie," he said. "Morning, Mr. Patterson." "You look different." "I get that a lot." "Good different. You look. Settled." "I am."