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he added. I bolted upright from the chair in utter shock. “Three years?!” I was enraged, as well as dumbfounded. How could something like this be going on in my Institute and I had no clue about it. “We were introduced to it,” Tommy said, his eyes filled with tears that were threatening to spill down his cheeks. “Who introduced you all to drugs?” I asked with fury. “Saint,” Tommy answered. I thought I was upset, but right now, my rage had gone over the wall.

Tommy moved through the bleachers with the practiced ease of someone who had done this before and hadn’t let repetition turn it into routine. Then he was at the press table. “Editor-in-chief,” he said. Three words. A weight that had nothing to do with my title. “Tommy.” “Good assembly. Great talk.” “You think so?” “The Rubbermaid tub detail. That’s what makes a story human.” He smiled. Not the charming one. The genuine one — the one that existed beneath the sponsorship deals and the draft projections and the navy suit. Then he leaned closer. “Can I talk to you for a second? Privately. Media follow-up. I have something for the paper.”

That really surprised all of us and not in a good way. “What does he look like?” She pressed “He wears a black hoodie, I dunno. He speaks weird though.” Tommy shrugged like it was no big deal. “What do you mean he speaks funny?” “He doesn’t talk normal, like you and me!” Tommy said as he scrunched up his face. “Like he has an accent?” Scarlet questioned him. “What’s an accent?” Tommy asked, Scarlet stood up and looked at me very concerned. “Tommy, are there any other kids without homes?” I asked. Tommy was nervous for a second but eventually replied.

Then he flashes a warm, genuinely friendly smile my way. “Jess,” he calls, “Long time no see. So, you’re from Silver Valley? You never mentioned that.” I nod politely. Unlike many in Dominic’s circle, Tommy treated me with respect the very first day I met him. Even after being introduced to him and noticing that I’m an Omega, he never looked down on me for my perceived lower status. “Hello, Tommy, Long time no see,” I reply, deliberately ignoring Dominic’s burning gaze. Tommy glances at Allister, who is standing in front of me protectively.

He had always convinced himself that he was fine and glad she left. Tommy waved his hands. “Chill, man, I was just delivering the message.” Adam clenched his jaw. “Well, now you've gotten my response.” “Sure, I get it. We should probably celebrate," Tom said trying to lighten the atmosphere and his lips curled into a smile. "I know just the type of girl you need for tonight.” “Oh, yeah?” Adam's face softened, and then he exchanged a tight handshake with Tommy. “Then let me reply to this chick,” Adam said before his fingers began moving on his phone screen.

Tommy's face became panicked and distorted at this time. "Wait, don’t leave! Let me... Let me think about it first.” He suddenly uttered, a little hesitant. When Tommy called for Allen and became hesitant, Ava couldn’t help but to admire him. Allen's words were so awesome that he suddenly let Tommy get scared. Tommy could give up the participation of the West Coast Chamber of Commerce for the sake of cooperation with Adam, but he couldn’t tolerate another strong competitor in the pharmaceutical industry in the city! After that, Allen and Ava sat down again. Tommy glanced at them, and finally saw Allen. Allen's name, he also heard he was Smith Group's famous son-in-law, said to be a small cli

“You better start talking or I'm gonna shove of fucking hearing device so far up your ass, you would hear the sound of your small intestine as it produces shit.” “I—I swear, I know nothing, Vex–” “It's Jordan.” “Sorry. Jordan. I—” “Free him, Jay.” Tommy's voice wasn't so difficult to recognize after having heard it for over two decades. He's also the only fucker that choose to freestyle with my name. The younger guy sitting next to me had that redeeming look upon spotting Tommy walking towards us. Alas, he'll live this day without a scratch. Tommy strolled over like he had all the time in the world, not rushing, not panicking—just calm in that way that made me want to break something. Even i

He adds with a playful wiggle of his eyebrows. I give him a pointed look as this is an argument I suspect will continue having until the baby is born. “And I told you baby girls are dominant in my grandmother's line, beautiful ones too” I finish with a playful flip of my hair. “Now where are you going?” Tommy arranges the right sleeve of his leather jacket, tugging a little on the silver Zip sewn at the side “I have to meet Diego and Gio in the city for an errand… and no, you can’t come” he adds quickly when I start to smile.

he nods yes looking at me, he slowly removes his hands "Yes mum I am fine" he whispers, good girl, he lets go and dives onto my bed "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he looks at me and smiles "are you from school? , did they dare you to do this because there's nothing for me to show" He laughs "Chill lady, Forgive me, let me introduce myself, I am Tommy, but my friends call me Tom, wait, no they just call me Tommy" he laughs What the-

A young man stands beside the bench, wearing a janitor’s uniform and holding a trash picker, about my age with kind eyes and a nervous smile. “Every day until someone listens to me.” “They won’t,” he says quietly, glancing toward the lobby. “Listen, I mean. The people who matter don’t come down here. They’ve got their own entrance, their own elevator. Half of them probably don’t even know this lobby exists.” “I figured.” I study him. “What’s your name?” “Tommy.” “Tommy, can I ask you something?” I keep my voice casual. “That elevator over there, the one with the keycard, where does it go?”