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Ambrose apologized. "Are you sure?" Matthew asked in disbelief. "We'll push through then since you're such an idiot," Ambrose said sarcastically. "So mean," Matthew pouted. Mr. Willow just watched the two bicker like a proud father. He didn't mind all the work since he had an inkling that they won't push through it and he got paid a hefty amount so he didn't complain. "I'll take my leave then," Mr. Willow said. "Wait, there's still something we need to talk about. Drake came back," Matthew said and Ambrose sensed a hint of anger in his tone.

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

Aurelia sighed in relief, her body relaxing under the weight of my hands. As I continued the massage, I spoke softly, my voice a soothing melody in the quiet room. "Aurelia, you've been carrying the weight of this search on your shoulders. You've fought tirelessly, and I admire your strength. But now, it's time to give yourself a moment of respite, to let your body heal from the strain." Aurelia closed her eyes, surrendering to the tranquility of the moment. I focused on each muscle, each knot, working to release the tension that had accumulated over time. With every stroke, I could sense her body responding, surrendering to the healing touch.

Rave chuckled and shook his head after hearing the answer of his poor friend. Peter started to connect wires on his guitar. They’ll start their practice any moment now. They're busy practicing for the upcoming stakeholders' day. They'll be performing for the night band program and for sure there'll be so much people since it'll be an open house. Just by the thought of it, Peter can feel his legs weakening. "Guys, let's start?"

I feel like I'm flying, the music and the wind propelling me forward. This wind, the music, helps me forget everything, especially the unacceptance, the feeling of being left out, and the loneliness. Sometimes I just hate to be at my place. The city's skyscrapers loom ahead, and my penthouse apartment beckons. I accelerate, the engine purring smoothly as I speed towards my destination. The music, the wind, and the dawn's light blend together in perfect harmony, invigorating my senses. Suddenly I heard my phone ringing; I checked, and it was Annika.

I stared at my notebook blankly. I ripped it off as soon as I finished composing the first verse. Something doesn't feel right. I can compose songs before. They were all fine whenever I try to put it up with some tune and sing it but now, it's been weeks since Zaron challenged me to write an original composition and I haven't gone back to him yet. Where is he, by the way? Their band's name trended on Twitter when they disbanded. Kit left the country already and the other members Nico and Eli were to focus on their studies. What's his plan? The article never mentioned his name.

I said. A wide smile appeared on his face and Alex didn't hesitate to grab the keys to my black Mustang. I gave him a thumbs up and led him to the garage where the cars are. Alex jogged to the car and opened the door for me. I thanked him before entering. He got in the driver's seat, the excitement obvious on his face.

He always carried his guitars in such way, as though they were his babies. Like Dan, Kyle restrained his wavy hair with a baseball cap and matched it with a pair of old sneakers. A grin inched onto her face when she recalled the pair was Harriet's gift last Christmas. "Starving," Kyle mouthed to her with a drab look on his pale face. "Hang in there," Veronica replied, doubting he could hear her through the huge glass divider. The editing of the audio files kept the tech guys preoccupied before their producer gave her a thumbs-up. They redid the chorus.