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Gala Hotel & Casino

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Gala Hotel & Casino

I just clocked in; late. Rye asked me to drop her off at her therapy appointment. She woke up and her tires were slashed on all her cars. Sami was already gone to work.

I don't know why bitches keep picking on my mother fucking friend. Now Sami she was fucking a couple bitches while her and Rye went through their shit. But why the fuck these hoes bothering Rye? They can fucking bother me until my friend get her mind back eight to fuck these hoes up.

She need to start fucking these bitches up.

"Hey Jess there is that young women, from two weeks ago here to see Rye now" Sami assistant said.

You know what....

"Send her in here" I said.

"Who is that?" June asked laying across the couch in my office.

"A girl Sami was fucking, she sent Rye their sex tape a few weeks ago also. Maybe you should let your soulmate know that" I stood up as the botch walked in.

"Oh please have a seat" I pointed and sat back down.

"I'm good, I came here respectfully to speak to Ryleigh or Samariya."

She clutched her purse in her arms.

"For what?"

"That's none of your business" she said to June.

"You sent Rye a sex tape of you and Sami for what? Like why? You do know that she is back with her wife right?" I asked.

"Her wife?" She laughed.

"What's funny?" June sat up right.

"I said none of this is any of your business. Either I speak to them or I go public?"

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"Right, okay I have one option..."

"Bitch, no one had fucking time for you" June snatched her purse; she dumped the contents on the ground.

There were pictures of Rye and Ian, in what professional people would say; comprising positions.

"What is wrong with you bitches?"

"We tried to go about this the nice and easy way. Ian sister knows that Rye has something to do with his disappearance" June hit her in the back of the head.

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