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Chapter 18: Seven hours
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I slipped the cab driver some money. "Thanks," I said, my voice hoarse from last night's events. I had drunk most of the bottle of wine myself and finished off my rainy-day vodka, which helped me loosen up."Take care, ma'am," he called back as I shimmied off the cab seat. My heels hit the sidewalk with a loud click. I felt like a stranger in my own body as I walked toward the house.I pressed the button on the intercom at the gate, and it immediately began to open. As I walked up the driveway, the hair on my body stood up in anticipation. I looked up and saw a camera peeking at me.I knew the predators were watching.The contract to work for Constantine was straightforward. I would receive a salary of fifty thousand dollars a month, half of which would be deducted to pay for the damages I caused to his one-of-a-kind Lamborghini.It was outrageous to think my life—and my family's—were at risk over a car, that I couldn’t even appreciate the remaining twenty-five thousand I'd be gaining
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