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n's

desk. It was a picture of me and my late wife, Amelia. Her captivating blon

ued to bear down upon me, a constant reminder of the devastating consequences of my actions. My inability to control my temper, my prop

ring. Kurt, my best friend, was on the other end. "Don't tel

p, Bradley! You're going out! You need to let

yself for a year, and it was time to reclaim my life

!" Kurt exclaimed. "I'll

bedroom. I instructed one of my housekeepers to lock my

ance for me. Unbeknownst to Kurt and the rest of the world, I was th

o the poker table, leaving me to my own devices. I turned to hea

!" Before he could approach me, one of his staff members whispered someth

ating on my phone. Upon looking up, I noticed a busgirl with he

her attention, calli

tried again, this time with a

s taken aback by her striking re

"Peaches?" My voice trembled slightly as I

on prompted me to realize that s

ike you've seen a ghost," she a

repeatedly, attempting to clear my vision and

t her name, and she responded, "Barbara." I found myself transfixed, strugglin

lly tapped my fingers on the counter. I couldn't help but steal glan

pproached me, saying, "Hey handsome, your friend sent me to keep you company tonight."

ocked on mine with a seductive gaze. I rolled my eye

mained impassive, my face numb and expressionless. As she began to unbutton my shirt, I grasped h

her eyes narrowing slightly. "Then what do you like

do, so get off me hoe!." I pushed Lindsey away, and she slid of

nd menacing. I grasped Lindsey's face, my fingers digging into her cheeks. "Don't you d

and she scurried away like a frightened animal. I felt bad afterwards, realiz

ugh my hair and buttoning my shirt. I a

I momentarily considered reaching out to Frederick, but my focus was diverted when I noticed Kurt stumbling out o

, and my curiosity got the better of me. I noticed that the messages were from someone named

rmation about Jaden FBI. As I glanced at Kurt, I couldn't help but fe

ack home. As I drove, I noticed Barbara, the busgirl from t

n beeping. I swiftly turned the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding a collision with an

nse of urgency, and I resolved to contact Frederick as soon as I arrived home. Given his involvement in arranging her bu

which kept buzzing. I promptly contacted my tech exp

t arrived, and we set to wor

ontacted Frederick, my brother. It had been a considerable a

I said, attemptin

ed with sarcasm. "Ah, the pro

had been weighing on my mind. "Is there any

shock. "What?! No! Why would you

to a recent encounter. "I just met someon

ity was piqued. "Wh

echnical expert interrupted,

him later. I then turned my attention to the phone, scan