Jerry spoke. Which made me forget about the white Cadillac. But at the back of my head, I'm quite certain that my eyes were laid on it once. I just forget the exact location. "But this doesn't mean that you should not speed up, Katalina." Jerry made it clear. I nodded my head as if he could see me right now. "I understand, Sir. And I apologize if I'm a bit late." "What's your excuse this time?" He asked. I bit my lower lip. "Sir, there is no excuse," I responded. "The reason why I haven't started writing shit about him is that I couldn't find one. And you know too well that written articles are best when they are supported with evidence," I sighed. Honestly speaking, this is how I stand with every article I make. The credibility of the words and information goes back to the writer or the author itself. Because if I were to create false narratives, people would surely recognized it easily. Now that Hunter is loved, adored, and cherished by the public. Our odds of tarnishing
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