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This time the comments beneath one of the articles caught my eye before I could avoid them. Gold digger. Attention seeker. Washed-up singer. She trapped him. She looks like trouble. I handed the tablet back so quickly that it nearly slipped from my fingers. The room stayed quiet. Joe did not move. Xavier placed the tablet on the desk and came a little closer, not enough to crowd me. “This is what he wants,” he said. “He wants you ashamed and frightened before anything real has even begun.” I let out a weak laugh. “That part is working.”

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“No isn’t he just a random guy that came for the exhibition “That was Noah knight” I still didn’t get “And what does that mean Sarah just get to the point, so that I can go back to my sad thoughts “That guy you just mistook as the curator is the famous billionaire that just got out of jail a week ago” Then I remembered the new on the t.v earlier, so that’s the guy everybody keeps talking about. well he is really good-looking, I wonder if ias dating anyone. not like it matters to me, but it will be a shame if he was single

His fingers tapped rhythmically against his knee, an old habit of his when he was nervous. “What is it, Caleb?” His smile faltered. “What do you mean?” I leaned forward. “I mean, what do you want? You have been tapping your knee like a drum and drowning in wine. Just spit it out.” He downed his glass in one go, exhaling. “I need some money, Zayn.” I stared at him. “Are you kidding me?” Three months ago, I gave him five million dollars to invest in his so-called business. A business I had never seen or never heard details about.

he replied as he hurriedly signed the paper. The nurse collected the paper and his name caught her attention. “Oh my god sir,are you Mr Brian Losey,” she asked in excitement. “Can I see her now?”Brian replied, ignoring what the nurse just said. “Yes sir”she said as she hurriedly took him to Emily's room,she knew there was only one Brian Losey in the country,one of the most influential billionaires in the country. Emily laid on the hospital bed,with a drip on her hand. She was shocked when she saw Brian walk into the room. She remembered asking the doctor to call Brian,but she didn't think he was going to come.

The walls of the study seemed to close in around her. “But there’s hope,” he said quickly, desperation sharpening his tone. “If the company stabilizes, if I can secure the board’s confidence, the doctors say there are experimental therapies we could try overseas. But without money, without backing, I won’t live long enough to even attempt it.” She gripped the arms of her chair. “Tell me what you need. I’ll sell my shares. I’ll mortgage everything dad, anything” “No.” Clifford squeezed his eyes shut. “You don’t understand. It’s already done. There’s a way. A deal.”

Her parents went for an evening walk so she was waiting on them and decided to sit in the living room to watch a movie or anything to keep her mind off things. As she scrolled through channels, she passed one that was reading the news then took it back by two channels then increased the volume to hear what was been said. “It’s also said by the now CEO of the Reliso’s company, Darken Reliso, that he plans to expand the business of his father which he just took over months ago, and that the company he bought from the ‘Crashing Bernad’s’ will be used for other businesses he had in mind in the near future,” The newscaster said and continued casting other news.

Zander: Shitty. Bryanna: Tell me what’s wrong…

“Thank you.” “Amen,” Mrs. Turner mutters. “Fuck them.” We all laugh, dark, sharp laughter, when the speaker on Mr. Blackwood’s desk buzzes. “The asset is here,” a voice says. I grin. “The asset? Like Mission Impossible?” Everyone nods. Mr. Blackwood walks to a section of the wall, pulls a book, presses a hidden button, and a door opens behind the shelf. A man enters with a medical cart full of tubes, needles, ice packs. He's calm and professional.