Sep 21, 2018
“Good, you’re here,” she said as Leroy was finally making his way into her penthouse again after she had texted him multiple times without a response. To say she was angry was an understatement, but her exterior showed nothing of the sorts. She still had the feeling something was wrong and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. “Sit.” She pointed at the couch, pouring them both a glass of scotch, handing one to him.
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