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thirty, with dark hair and expensive glasses. He w

to be the

suit, dark blue this time. He didn't look at me. Just walked t

mach d

o sit there and watch me interview wh

ind a desk I hadn't seen befor

re shaking so I fo

, probably. He looked at it for

ce was ki

Texas." He di

s,

e as a person

ut I'm a fa

s from previo

d at a diner back home, but it

d at me. His eyes wer

. He was watching me with

nge," I said. "

from so

I j

? Legal issues? Fai

like that,

back. "To come to another country with not

word

d," I said quietly. "I'l

ated it like it was funny.

fted. I could fee

ene, why shou

. We bot

ay attention to details. I

up. "You couldn't even find t

t. He knew. Of

y about t

"Confused? Can't even f

eak. My throa

re, make decisions, and be professional." He

was a long shot, but heari

y. "Just give me a chance.

had a chance, Jolene. You wasted it the

d toward

was over. Ju

n't be it. I'd come all this wa

rchetti

u out." He gesture

that was

without a

t weak. Enzo got off th

" he said

voice cracked. "I

u d

I can talk to hi

he door. "He's ma

eyes were getting blurry. I wasn't

" I said. "I used all

lking. He turne

not my p

My voice broke. "I ju

d. Something changed in his

airport." He started walking again.

'd be back in Texas with nothi

ty guard from earlier was there. He didn't

said. "The driver

ned to

. Maybe because he was the last perso

ed. "Fo

ling him. Ab

to that smile. Not nic

ays I

he wa

use, alone. The security guard ignored me. E

d. Totall

r pulled u

o home to