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I stood at the stairs watching the boy's performance while women and men cheered, enjoying the show; my boys were the best, and no one ever came near.

"Queen", I turned around, it was Jessie.

"There's someone in your office wanting to see you", she said.

"Who?".

"He said his identity is gonna be a secret, some shit like that; he looks like someone you could share a bit of your time with," she said.

I sighed and headed there.

I walked into my office, and I met my gun on the table.

A man is sitting there, backing me.

"Why the fuck is my gun there?" I asked, walking towards him.

Jessie already had hers in the air, waiting to shoot.

"So you can know that you could use it anytime if you don't like how this conversation will end", he said and turned around.

"Conrad Kurby," he said and bowed, "Pleasure to meet you, My Queen."

He was a blondie with short hair and a pair of bright brown eyes, a perfect physical appearance, and a nice body; everything was a 10.

"Is tha