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Stalker

Noah:::

I ignore the tray of champagne the waiter offers me and take a sip of the water I've been nursing instead.

I don't have anything against alcohol, but I rarely drink nowadays. Not like I ever had a problem with drinking in the past or anything, but in my profession, it's good to always keep a clear head, even when you're not on the job. It's what I've been trained to do.

It’s not like I expect anything to go down at my dad's wedding to his new wife. Still, it's better to be safe than sorry.

I personally handled all the security here. It’s not like my dad is a high-profile client or anything, but you never know.

The only thing I wasn't able to do was vet all the guests, so I don't know everyone here, but again, I'm not expecting any kind of trouble. It's not like my dad is the head of the city's mafia or anything. He’s just the head of a family of three bullheaded boys.

I smirk to myself at that thought as I glance over at my two brothers. Charlie is tucked into a corner like me
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