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Caden was up and gone by 4am, having a flight to Romania at 7am. He informed how long he'd be gone, and when he'd be back. |
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She noted it and ate her breakfast before just sleeping all day. She woke up to throw up a few times as well |
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Caden was in the air practically all day, liquor on hand at all times. |
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She woke and texted him, checking in |
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-nothing much, about to go get some lunch then head to a meeting - He texted back, already in a crisp clean outfit. |
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-love you too- He texted back, heading to go see his client. The two chatted for a moment before sitting, the other deciding tea would be a nice mix of the day. Caden excused himself to the restroom, as the man went to work. He pulled a pouch out of his pocket, slipping a pinch or four of powder into one of the cups. Caden arrived again, noting the way the two glasses of tea were different colors, despite having ordered simple green tea. |
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Emily got to work on the cars later that day, feeling sick |
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The other man looked sickly and pale as Caden walked out, a signed deal in hand, and money arriving soon. Oh yeah, also, the resturant gained a reputation for a death which wasn't his own. |
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She worked on the cars, throwing up twice more |
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Steady Rain all Day
