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"I'll be down in a few," He called, slipping out of bed and into something neat looking before heading downstairs. |
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Emily blinked awake groggily, sitting up as the blanket fell away. "What's up?" She asked, voice thick with sleep |
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"Someone's here, apparently." He explained, shutting the door behind him as he descended downstairs. |
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She sighed, watching him leave. ~
A man in a suit with three bodyguards waited outside the front door, lumps in their jackets obviously firearms |
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Caden walked downstairs, putting on the usual cheery persona he always had to wear. "Morning, what can I help you with? Didn't have anybody coming, at least of what I know." He chirped, unaware of the lumps. |
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The man smirked, the expression one of a person who liked to consider themselves powerful but truly wasn't. "You owe me three hundred thousand dollars" He lied, folding his arms across his chest |
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Caden didn't flinch, the kind of guy who seemed unshakable. "How come? What's your name? Buisness title? When did I do what I did to owe you?" He asked, leaning on the table. |
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"Lost a bet. Couple years back." The man said vaguely as Emily came down the stairs. The man's gaze shot to her and he plaed a shade. Emily darted in the garage as the man's gaze returned to Caden. The man folded his arms behind his back, gesturing the bodyguards to find Emily for collateral |
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"I don't make bets. Waste of money." He challenged, seeing the bodyguards divide and knowing where they were going. "If you could recall on the bet, it'd be great." |
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"It was a race." The man replaied, wving his hand in the air |
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Steady Rain all Day
