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He asked. Lorenzo ordered another drink before he cleared his throat, touching his jaw. "Hm, about ninety-nine per cent if I should say." They laughed. "That's dope. What becomes of the remaining 1%? Why'd you leave it out?" Lincoln asked, curiously. "What can I say? That one star is for any doubt she may have. Besides, I don't like having a whole number. Have you forgotten I always leave out 1% even back in school? I can't have the complete arithmetic to myself."

I insisted. “No,” he agreed, flipping a page. “There are approximately one percent of patients that don’t recover fully. Pretty damn good odds that you can recover.” He shut the file. “I’ve known you for a while, Christian. The only one percent you are ever in, is the top.” “Sometimes we don’t have a choice.” He leaned forward. “In this, you do.” I slammed my hand on the table. “You think it’s that easy? That I can will myself to walk and I will? I have fucking tried!”

� 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 98 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵." "𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦?" "𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."

“Okay I thought I could do this but I really can’t Vee I am sure that 97% of the world’s population already know this and I am guessing the remaining 3% are the old people and infant so please can you just try enjoying the fact that you are one of the very few people to wear a Jolan Original and not spoil this big moment for the both of us” He said after cutting me in “X that is exactly what I am saying Do you know how I feel knowing I am wearing a dress worth close to half of Sophie treatment?

“Maerilee, if you are meant to have four Ones, you’re still missing two.” The room falls silent once more, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. My relief evaporates, replaced by a gnawing sense of unease. I hadn’t even considered that possibility, that there might be more to this than just Akin and River. But if Permiton is right, if I'm truly meant to have four Ones, the matter is yet to be settled.

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

I was speechless, but I still tried to persuade him. "Vivian Hale's affection score is already at ninety-nine. You are only one percent away from success. "Even if her affection is only at ninety-nine, she still loves you..." Simon took out a cigarette and lit it. Smoke blurred the expression on his face. His voice was hoarse. "I have spent ten whole years trying to cross that final one percent." I had no answer. In the twenty years I had been bound to him, I had seen everything. At first, he had only been chasing mission progress. In the end, step by step, he had fallen in.

“Why else did I come here?!” “Yes” all went up in the crowd. “Then how many people will I be picking out of you thirty? Can you guess?” He asked and everyone was silent for a moment before someone raised their hand. It was Beauty's mom.” “Hmm if 30 of us was selected to participate, so maybe 10 percent? At least three people,” she said and he looked at her with a small smile before shaking his head and saying now. “Then do you mean you will be picking more or less people?” The person beside her asked.

The result sheet was now crumpled in her hand as she stared at him. "Levi! It really is you!" She whispered and rushed towards him and hugged him tight. Still shocked, he held her and patted on her back, as his gaze shifted to the tall, green eyed man who stood beside her. "Hey. Levi. We missed you, man." He said, patting him on the shoulder. "Whoa! Wait. Let me see those results." He demanded. He straightened the creases away and gaped at the sheet that proved that the samples were. 99% match.

"I'll offer you one percent of the shares and you stay with us." "One percent? You see so mediocre my project, so little money is worth. I don't want it. It's better this way, you don't want to lose, and I need someone to act for me" Alisha leaned toward the desk, placed both elbows on it, and rested her chin on her hands. "You won't be wasteful. President. Being a wise person you can understand that you always get something."