"Next thing you know, his house had burned down from an "accidental" fire"
Valerie Vause is a successful multimillionaire, on her way to the top, the sky's the limit. She does not tolerate bullshit and will not hesitate to end you. Valerie is mainly...
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It's Sunday, I'm sitting at the bar with my two best friends Marcus and Kevin. We're always at the bar every Sunday, the tradition started when I use to be a bartender at this same bar.
Kevin is on the dance floor, drinking his life away, Marcus doesn't like drinking and he has a wife at home waiting for him and I can't drink because of my parole officer, Officer Jackson and I want to make a good impression when I go to work tomorrow. Ms Vause would definitely fire me on the spot, no hesitation and I can't fuck this up.
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"So, Lorenzo, did you find a job yet?" Marcus took a sip of his juice while looking at me, waiting for my response.
"Actually, I have and I start tomorrow."
"Oh really, where?"
"I work at ReVause as a personal assistant."
Marcus almost choked on his drink when he heard ReVause.
"How'd you get a job at ReVause?" he asked in disbelief.
"I went in for the interview and got the job."
"Wow. You can't fuck that up bro, that's a good job," Marcus said taking another sip.
"I know, and my boss is fucking hot," I said, thinking about Valerie.
Marcus just looked at me and shook his head.
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Marcus and I are currently carrying a passed out Kevin home because he started a fight at the bar and is now banned from there.
We dropped him on his couch and left. Marcus dropped me home and went on his way.
I laid on my bed thinking about tomorrow. I'm lowkey excited.
