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Randy would learn that soon. Randy reached their table, resting one hand on the empty chair beside Marianne. “Interesting room,” he said. “And here I thought quiet mornings were back in fashion.” Freeda did not stand. “You weren’t asked.” Randy’s smile didn’t falter. “No. But when my almost-wife starts building charities around my name, I make time.” Marianne’s expression tightened. “There is no ‘my’ in this table.” He ignored her, looking at Scott instead. “Baley.”

She yelled then ran off Almost immediately. "Wait...Katie!!! " Matteo yelled but she ignored his calls and continued running. Matteo could only stand on the same spot watching her fade away slowly before he also walked out of the school parking lot. RANDY'S COMPANY Randy was sitting all alone in his office looking serious as ever as he went through the documents and files on his desk. Randy might be a playboy who f**ks anything that has a hole but he is also a diligent man once it comes to work.

A week passed before I realised how quiet everything had become. The chaos, the running, the tension — all of it had settled into something calmer. Not perfect, just quieter. It was strange at first, like we were both learning how to breathe again. Rand had started waking up early. Sometimes I’d find him sitting by the window with a notebook, writing things down. Plans, ideas, thoughts — he never said what they were, but he looked more at peace doing that than he ever did in a boardroom.

~Daciana~ I was busy engrossed in reading my novel when I heard a knock on my door. I shut my eyes tightly and heaved a sigh. “Who is there?” I stared at the door. “It’s Randall.” I sprang to my feet as I heard his name. I hastily brushed my finger through my hair, untangling any tangles in it. I licked my lower lip and adjusted my dress. “I’m coming.” I put on a smile as I proceeded to open the door. Opening the door, I met him leaning against my door frame like a tall tree.

Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

Days passed after the joint study session, and on the surface, everything seemed to go smoothly, randy had managed to bury himself in his sketches, textbooks, and study sessions with Brian, Sandy, and Jayden. He kept to his own rhythm, avoiding chaos, keeping distance from Carlson, and trying not to pay attention to the constant hum of campus gossip. Until that morning. Randy had barely stepped into the school when, out of habit, he checked his phone. What he saw made him stop mid-step.

"And you'll watch me do it. Let's see how fun that can be." Richard turned his head to look at Alex tied up just like he was. He looked away after, trying not to care about whatever Ben planned to do with her. Ben started in her direction and she swallowed fearfully. "Richard, what did you do?" She asked when she saw Ben spin the knife skillfully in front of her."Ben?" She looked up at him pleadingly. "Sir, we found this." Randy came downstairs with a broken DVD disk in his hand. "O my goodness, it's broken, who broke it?" Alex made a sad face when she saw that the disk which she saved she and Ben's sex tape was broken.

“I’m telling you, Volkov, my men sell the right information. You just name it, and I’ll give you that. Women, drugs, arms…any information—“ he whispered. Alexei let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose, a wave of frustration washing over him, my body immediately grew tense. Something was not right. He seemed angry. “You’re losing my interest, Randy, and that might be dangerous for you.” Alexei leaned forward slightly as Randy’s eyes widened and he instinctively stepped back almost tripping on his foot. Alexei smirked. The darkness in his eyes shone feeding the fear on Randy’s face. “Even after your mouth throbs to talk, then I’ll set an appointment for you….with my gun.” As Alexei f

Upon returning to his temporary residence across from the hospital building, he tossed his phone onto the table. Once again, Mandy dutifully sent several file packages to Bradley. These packages contained nothing but novels to win one's wife back. She hoped that Bradley would study them earnestly. Bradley poured himself a drink but remembered the doctor's advice, placing the glass aside. He casually opened his phone and started reading the novels Mandy had sent. As he was deeply engrossed in the novel, his phone screen displayed a missed call from Dylan. Bradley called back and asked coldly, "What is it?"