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Chapter 37
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2021-07-16 10:25:21Emiliana
I stared down at the city below me, we whizzed past the skyscrapers, almost touching the clouds above. The loud sound of the helicopter’s engines made talking almost impossible.
While I had been in private jets more times than I could count, the helicopter ride that Luciano had organised was exhilarating and left me a jittering mess.
Luciano had wined and dined me for the past month, staying at mine more times than I could count. This was the first time I would be visiting his own place and I was in absolute awe.
The aircraft landed with a soft thud on the grass below us and when I finally looked out of the window, we were situated outside a large mansion. From the outside, it looked like an extended version of the White House. Complete
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