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11. The Search
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2021-08-21 17:06:54"But I still owe you a proper apology," Belinda Cogzell uttered as Edward Bartlett headed for the door. "Yeah, why don't I treat you for dinner, how does that sound?"
"Dinner?" he replied.
"Yes, please, I really feel bad about what I said about your fiancee." She slowly approached him. "Just a light dinner between co-workers, what do you say?"
"I'd love to but I already made plans, Ms. Cogzell, maybe some other time."
Her face contorted. All her life, no man had ever resisted her advances. She would make even the toughest man with the highest pride beg on all fours just to make her stay. She had taken pride in her beauty and irresistable bombing hourglass body. With that weapon she was able to sabotage relationships and families. Men were at her mercy. And she merely thinks of them as her source of money and fun, mere tools for her entertainment. She is like a viper that captivates men and wraps them around her little scheme before inflicting her veno
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