From Her Pawn to Her Nightmare
I had argued with Tiffany Jensen at the construction site over a 15-dollar BBQ plate, and the fight had spiraled out of control.
Clutching my throbbing head, I watched as she stuffed the freshly cashed paycheck into her pocket.
"Are you ever going to let this go? You just want me to pay for your meal, don't you? You're always complaining about headaches and dizziness. I think you're just lazy!"
I wanted to tell her about the flashes of luxury that kept appearing in my mind, images I could not explain. However, the words stuck in my throat as another wave of vertigo hit me.
By the time I steadied myself and caught up to her, she was already climbing into a black Rolls-Royce Cullinan.
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