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The Gala II
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Richard stared after the woman as she left. The pretty young teenager with a nice enough ass to stare at — he’d thought. She couldn’t be too bright. After all, there had been dollar signs in her father’s eyes at the mere proposition of being CEO. Bradley had known all about Christopher’s scheme to boost their profits. The hasty plan to pin it all on Vincent couldn’t even shake the fool. Of course, Bradley had no idea that he was plan B. Richard couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. He’d like them both to go to prison equally, if only for his own entertainment. Was he really so awful for that? Or was he simply more in tune with his desires than the average joe? He was a bigger man for not denying himself of his own thoughts; more in control by not having to fight himself for it. Or was it the other way around? Suddenly, he was confused. His phone couldn’t have rung at a more convenient time.
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