Sweet Subterfuge

Kevan’s assistant was waiting downstairs at the hospital. The city’s power supply was cut off completely yesterday, and all transport was at a standstill. They came from the office together, and hallway through the journey, their car was submerged in water and shut down.

The rain had been pouring heavily then, but Kevan ignored his assistant’s advice and jumped out of the car into the rain, leaving him behind. The assistant waited in place for almost three hours before a tow truck came, and he finally got out of his arduous situation. Early this morning, he got a call from Kevan telling him to come pick him up as well as buy a set of new clothes, including underwear. Kevan had just settled in the hackseat when the a ss stant passed over a few shopping bags hom the passenger’s seat.

“Your clalhes, Mr. Rogers.”

Kevan changed into his new suit and tossed the wrinked set aside. When he got out of the car, the assistant asked him, “Should this outfit be in the car. Mr. Rogers?”

Kevan replied coldly, “Throw it away.”

Fantasy Utopia. The movie

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had worked so

to remind Kevan to go forward with their

the other end of the phone call Frank was having a meal with Xavier in the restaurant at the Regal Dynasty Hotel Frank had specifically taken some lime out to come to Bartham, so he would only

reason to

Frank would have second thoughts after he went back so he wanted to chat more with him and develop a ccser

arm around Frank’s neck, acting like they were close friends as he bragged. “I tel you

at the pungent smel of alcohol He discreetly pushed Xavier away from him while smiling politely. “Of course. We