The Billionaire's Dilemma

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chief, the Boss boss of Forbes Magazine, is spam. He probably got his gadgets stolen or something... Yes! That's

realize that this is real. These unmoving black letters that were typed in a Calibri font

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are me off. Our whole "let's act like we don't love each other so m

one day, pull off and leave her bald. Greta is one of those women that look nasty and wicked. Everyone is afraid of her. Well, except

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to other Humans on their emails too. I felt so... s

yes hoping she'll catch up with the f

like a clown." she sighs, pulling off her sage

into my office because o

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m tho? Take out loans, partner with another publish

Bailey's fees, feeding, bills! I don't have an

ere to help you and besides, who says you're

reta, that shit is real. And I can fe

I can do. I promise you'll be alr

I owe you my

y's heart... that one is a lot to deal with." Greta says

he asks, going off topic

that's studying abroad that you'

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n starting up anything with anyone ri

a? When you hit forty seven like me? Or when Bailey grow

And besides, you're so cool Greta! I probably would love to remain a

t you

metal framed doors, only pausing when

th every man you set eyes on. Especially my

fine candidate I'm sur

redth time. It's Elliott!" I exclaim knowing Greta deli

no difference to

door behind me not waiting to

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vibrates in the pocket of my pants. I try to ignore it, but it rings

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leaving early to go check up on Bailey at school. She g

now, but I can't afford to go bankrupt from paying an Uber f

change of her location. I drop from the bus and take ano

ng at my nails, and hoping my daughter

d immediately head over

rushed in a few hours ago." I say to the elderly lo

pointing at the pediat

mblebee. He wants

ward bracing myself for wha

gnizing Bailey's home room teac

and move towards her. She looks very tired. Her brows are furrowed and her face tight like

appened

t she's been complaining of fatigue for som

her feeling tired at home." I say confused. Or

complain about fatigue whe

to speak to you in

man probably in his fifties stood a few feet

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was rushed in earlier..." he starts quickly glancing at me befo

utcome. Most of the results came out negative, bringing me a little relief, but i