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𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

"That's what makes people connect. That's what makes them trust her. Not because she's perfect, but because she's honest." "Honesty doesn't drive market share," I said. "Strategic positioning drives market share." "You're wrong," Eli said, and it was the first time he'd directly contradicted me without immediately offering an alternative framework. "Honesty does drive market share. Because when people feel seen and understood, they build loyalty. That's how brand advocacy starts. Not with perfection. With recognition." I wanted to argue that the data didn't support this, but I was starting to understand that I couldn't win arguments with Eli by citing data if the data was measuring the wrong

It's almost late afternoon when he prints the last report. "This brand is important. The cherry-red Hyundai is worth millions of dollars... the company's in Korea, but it has a branch here in Ohio, so nothing can go wrong," Sam explains, packing away everything we've done. "Everything is on this USB, Estela. You keep it... and tonight, don't leave my side. These people can be dangerous." "Dangerous?" "Yes... don't go near Mark... their representative. Promise me." "Yes... of course." Now I'm even more scared than before. Tonight will be crucial.

Tool. Perfect.

Minus Cricket wasn’t lying when she said Booker was good at what he did. The information he was able to dig up on Viper was invaluable. As it turns out, he and the Dogs of Fire were more than happy to lend a hand in any effort to rid Portland of the growing scourge of Los Psychos. Within hours, he’d given us Viper’s real name, but also names and addresses of several of Viper’s known associates and family members, his full criminal record, and most importantly the current residence of his baby mama (along with little Viper Jr.) in Old Town.

Anything. Nothing.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

so close? ********

“This is your ticket out of here.” “What the fuck are you talking about? You want me to swallow a pill and then what?” My stomach tightens. Hopefully it’s not poison. “Strychnine,” he says simply, slipping it into the chest pocket of my prison uniform. “Causes violent muscle spasms and convulsions. High doses are deadly. But a small one, like this, will incapacitate without killing.” “And your plan is?” I ask, brow raised, watching his eyes flick toward the cameras.