“Here, have some wine,” Russell offers me as I sit next to him at the small bar. He is fairly attractive for his age, and he has a demanding presence, one that commands respect.“I’m fine Russell, I only came here for one thing, and that is to tell you to your face that I will not be accepting your offer,” I explain to him and he sips some wine from a fancy wine glass in his hand.“Jen Davis,” He says my name and then he places his wine glass on the marble counter. He has a smirk on his face as if he knows something that I do not, and that puts me on edge.“You were the best of the best,” He says ethusathi“What happened?” His question tempts me to begin to overthink, but I shut it down as soon as I can. I am not going to torture myself mentally.“Nothing happened, people change, and so did I,” I give him an answer and he seems a bit upset by it.“So you are not going to do the job I am offering?” He asks and I wag my head as to say no.“I have said this over and over, why don’t you g
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