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He was really afraid that if he let go of her hand, she would run away. Mia nodded, she obediently stood beside him, waiting. Peter picked up a large volume of books and stood in front of her: "Give me this." Mia couldn't hide her curious eyes: "This is..." Peter carried the book and looked around for her car, Mia could only follow. He lifted his chin: "Open the car door and leave." He put one of those booklets in the back seat of her car: “This is the first gift I gave you. It's also just a "WE" series, so please don't criticize it."

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“Has there been any record of where he had spent his money when liquidating it?” “Mostly on weapons, dealings with the mafia, and women. This was a major case, so I was sure there would be more network points to be captured. The FBI was still tracing everyone considered involved with Peter, including other high American officials.” “Wait a minute! Women? What did you mean by women?” Fenella suddenly asked in high pitch. “Peter had several mistresses. Each had an extraordinarily high lifestyle and used his money to buy items from designers of Peter’s choice.” The old man answered with a shrug.

Then we all left the shop. The next stop was the book store. I did end up getting Ross two of the books Melissa told me about. I also picked up a fashion design book for Naomi that I thought she would like. For Peter I got him a book on the greatest Gammas in history. I hoped he liked it. Melissa assured me he would.

I redirected the conversation. "An interesting incident occurred today. You better come back to work, or someone will have the FBI digging for you soon," Peter exclaimed. Peter occupied a unique space in my professional life—a blend of a friendly colleague and a benevolent superior. His words piqued my curiosity, and a sense of foreboding settled over me. "What incident?" I inquired. The hum of the car engine underscored Peter's words. His harsh breaths hinted at his activeness. Perhaps, he was busy but created time to reach out to me. "Well," he began, "Jason Walsh decided to create a scene during a conference meeting today."

“They’re all gone. What should I do? This wasn’t supposed to happen.” “Time to pull the Goddess card, Kas.” She says as the hair on her back bristles. “This is war, and we need to do it your way.” I run back upstairs and grab my cell phone. It rings twice. “The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books, this is Peter. How can I assist you today?” Pan answers the phone cordially. “Peter, uh, hello! It’s Kas Mason.” I try to keep my tone even. “I, um, I was wondering if you could find the passage in that book that I had asked about?”

So let us discuss Peter. Are his crimes completely random? Are they ever deserved? Can they be warded off by good deeds and kindness and talismans and belief? Peter did not think so. Although his targets were women he didn’t know personally, there was always something about them that caught his eye. Perhaps she had particularly sparkly earrings that day, or she reminded him of somebody he knew when he was young. One young woman was listening to Mika, and he, too, listened to Mika occasionally, when he was in a particularly foppish mood, and that was enough to tie them together. And as far as he knew, nothing could ward him off, except for maybe a large dog or aggressive boyfriend, or switch

I opened my eyes to see Peter focused on his book. "What are you reading?" I asked, glancing at the book in his hands. Peter held up the cover for me to see. "Um, it's just some light reading. Nothing much," he said with a smirk. It was a book on ancient rituals and protective magic. This was a far cry from what most people would consider light reading. But, then again, Peter wasn't like most people. "I should’ve known. I should've known," I said with a chuckle, shaking my head. "You can take the man out of the curse, but I guess you can’t take the curse out of the man."

02 Peter's currently sitting on his bed while reading a book. He's entertaining himself at the same time thinking if he should follow Rave's opinion. "Go try befriending him. He looks like a good guy." Peter sighed at that. He really do but good guys scares me, Peter thought. He's not really into befriending with good guys since he knew that he can't return the treatment. He's not rude and he's not good—he's in the middle, as what he presumed. He's not interested with the rude ones either, in short, he's not befriending with anyone just for the sake of bond or entertainment.

Peter acted like a shield,a source of comfort to Antonio. “Yooo, wassup”. Antiono said giving out his hands for a handshake. Peter smiled, he was used to Antiono's constants visit. “Let's go in then”. Peter said holding the groceries he bought that morning like something really important was inside the bag. Antiono locked his car. He followed Peter in. Peter’s house was amazing ,to Antiono it felt like a comfort zone. The only problem Antiono had with Peter was with Women. Peter had the best ideas with women but he never believed in true love. Peter never saw any reason why a guy would leave all those beautiful ladies on earth, just for one lady. It felt like selfishness to him.