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ALEXANDER

I wanted to punch him so badly in the face. That nose of his was too long anyways; a readjustment wouldn't have been so bad. But I swallowed down my anger, because I still had a reputation to uphold. The one thing that I could hold on to was the fact that even though I was flesh and blood, and got angry just like everyone else, I seldom showed it.

I flung the torn document at Mr. Bernard's feet. "Don't ever come here again, unless you want this 'little' error of yours to become public."

"W-wait, Mr. King, could you explain what's going on?" Ms. Stone pleads, finally coming off her high horse. At least now she understood who owned this place. Her blood red manicured nails and freshly curled blonde locks did not seem appropriate for her begging.

I didn't pity her though.

Amelia, on the other hand, looked so shocked that her eyeballs looked ready to pop out of her head. She kept looking at me loke.I was a messiah of some sorts. It felt weird inside, and I wasn't quite sure if