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My mind shifted it's focus to an article that I had read on social media earlier today, Twitter to be precise. It was about the multi Billionaire CEO of Sparta Enterprises, named Simon Lawson. Apparently, he was getting married in a few days, to some mystery girl that no one had any idea about. When the media asked him for his reason for keeping the identity of the girl he was getting married to a secret, his response, was that he just didn't want people harrassing her. It was a sweet response, that made me smile when I read it; how sweet of him.

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

“God, this is so hard. I just wish I knew exactly where Minus has been and what he’s been up to all this time.” “You know, there’s a way you can find out all the information about Minus that you need,” she said. “Booker!” I exclaimed. Booker was the Dogs of Fire resident computer guru and finder of all things. “Yes, that’s perfect. I can have him hack his DMV records, utility bills, credit card statements—” “No, silly girl. You can ring Minus and ask him yourself.” “I don’t have his cell phone number,” I said, figuring that was enough to shut that idea down.

"I understand that is not sufficient." "No," Darian said. "It isn't." A pause that was not unkind. "But it is a start." Stellan looked at the phone after the call ended. Then he picked it up and looked at Adaomi's LinkedIn profile one more time. Senior Partner, London. He closed the app, opened it again and closed it. Then he opened his email and stared at a blank message for a long time, the cursor blinking with the patient indifference of something that would wait as long as he needed it to wait.

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I barely let out. He chuckled, “It’s a private jet, sis, they leave when I want.” He placed me on the ground. Taking in my face. “Iris, you dying?” Well… He was as brass as always. “Ohh- I mean you look pale looking… smaller-” He looked me down. “And skinny. You okay?” I smiled at him, “Marcus, I’m fine.” I waved him off, “Just on a no-carb diet.” He nodded,

Ariane’s POV One day, as I sat on the porch, listening to the gentle whisper of the wind, memories of Leon came flooding back to me. Images of memories flashed through my mind—days of vision during our marriage that quickly turned into moments of tension. I took a deep breath, trying to push the images away. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. A text message came in from Mark, who was at work, asking if I wanted to go for a walk. I quickly answered it, trying not to show that I was feeling anxious.