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o the floor of that hall were incredibly wealthy. I arrived an hour early, as usual, and paid attention to every detail of the luxurious s

n the entire history of Shaffer and Sheppard, I was the guy who brought the most customers to the company. Mr. Sheppard assured me that if I hooked up one more cl

room. He flashed a sly smile when he saw me an

reeted me from afar. She dragged the poor man, clingin

lmost stared at her huge boobs that popped out of her overly long, over-the-top d

I saw Brandon, their son. He quickly grabbed one of the champagne flutes arranged on a tray the waite

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idea to come. And by the way…” He looked around the room. I knew exactly what he saw. Elegant women para

at night, Chase. -

ed, no

have properly. Mr. Simon, CEO of one of the biggest cosmetics brands, flashed a polite smile when he saw me, unlike Mr. Jumbled. I returned the polite gesture, and slipped an arm around his back. Alan glared at me, decreeing that he would kill me. I smiled ove

me. “You were the only one who offe

od to you. I've been getting ready for this occasion for a week and all the cards in my sleeve were running out,

ore v

he was far enough away and reali

ed. “You did it, man! That's l

onfusing mix of playboy and businessman. The rest of the seventy percent

he took his cell phone

, which arrived only after al

ing? I asked curi

mother adores me, his father adores me and he adores me. I'm

se a cell phone at the table.

y. He said, catc

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sink so much into work, especially since the rest of things are so much better. -

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an other than a client or mom. You need to get laid, Big

sex. I fu

, because his disbelief expr

er. I don't have time for non-professional rela

to call you

and he

ded me the phone. “It's

“Looks like just another dating site. I s

nt. If the relationship over the course of the conversation seems good, you may gai

interest. I handed him the

*

cellent! When I got back, I noticed that Alan was sitting with Mr. Sheppard and his wife. I approached and found that Alan had lied to him, saying he had won the L

went back to looking at the chandelier, when

ders were stiff and sore. Motherfucker Alan managed to win the war, but I wasn't going to let him win the battle. When I finally arrived at my building, the e

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opened

A memory lapse ran through my brain and

pi

, and took one. I lifted. I looked at myself in the mirror and smoothed my medium brown hair, bru

on the way, I prepared myself for what would

and knocked on the door. He answered, showing th

d hurt

g my head in. — It was an unfair v

and raised

io

om and walked over to his desk. The mahogany gave the room a rus

d over the black suit with the hideous red tie and landed

ned my blazer and took a b

e,

e door with

time to fac

door. He called in and I opened the door slowly, check

aid. “You know why y

odd

. Shaffer, brother of Mr. Shepard. Mr. Shaffer was a kind and gentle man. He founded Shaffer and Sheppard from scratch, unlike his brother, who was a visionary. I worked as a waiter at an event and offered him th

added visitor chairs and I

ded and I took a deep breath, as if the very

injustices, only opportunities — no matter whose eye you have to gouge out to get it. I admire him because he is unshakable. When his brothe

look a little like him, even though my insi

p his black-rimmed glasses. He picked up som

are exceptional. You never get tired and your greed is the power that precedes you. I like that about you, Chase. Without a doubt, he would be the

as a

as a

y chin, perhaps afraid it wo

conclude what

which is

nod

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e, vic

mango, Ala

e squeezed. I got up and

him. “Try to get some rest. Maybe a good night

om. I found the new secretary picking

issed th

t hugging her ass. Not bad. I walked past her

up one of the folders, placing it on top o

l. Wearing a red blazer and black skirt, with heels, she w

her nam

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e you been working for me, Adele?"

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a half

I said, turned and walked into the o