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Giovanni's pov.
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"Myself"

"What do you mean?" I asked

"You asked me what I'm hiding and my honestly response is that I'm hiding myself, well, the version of me I want to be" she said looking at her hands with a small smile

"Why don't you be that version everyday?" Eddie asked slowly scooting toward her while I followed behind him

"Why? Well, First Lady, Obsidian Grant, how you doling?" she said holding out her hand before smiling at Eddies confused face and retracting her hand

"The version of me that I want to be doesn't need me constantly looking over my shoulder to see if I'm safe enough. I don't want to do constant background checks on all my friends and having people follow them around because I fear being betrayed. The version of me I want to be doesn't need bodyguards, or a gun, or a fucken tracker in her neck" she said before scoffing making me very concerned cause I could hear the amount of emotions she was trying to swallow right now

"You know, I sneak out the house to pretend to be the version of myself that I enjoy being but even then, I have to hide my identity" she said before staring at the ceiling
"So, as much as I'd love to be just Obsidian, I think it's safer being Obsidian Grant, daughter of that idiot you call boss"

"We heard rumours about you, around the house I mean" I said breaking the silence we were in for ten minutes

"Nothing I haven't heard before" she said

"The Medusa one, I know it's not my place to ask b-"

"Yes, next question" Miss Grant said cutting Eddie off. I remember that we had a long conversation about the possibility of her going through that at some point in her life and now we know that our client was once taken advantage of.

"Uh, from what we've gathered, we assumed you'd be more standoffish and rude but you're far from that, may I ask why?" I said changing the topic

"I lived with my mother for the first few years of my life and saw my father two weeks every month before he moved into that house. My mom passed way too soon and I was too young to live alone so I had to stay there until I turned 18. Since I began living in that house, no one ever bothered to get to know me, play with nor entertain me, so I suck with my dad" she said with a sad smile 

"Because of the amount of time I spent with him and no one else, I began copying him, training, negotiating, hacking, then I slowly, before I knew it, I had become him... I had no one to willingly teach me how to be anyone else. I was 19 going on 20 when I started becoming my own person which was too late to bond with anyone in that house so I didn't bother, but here I am a few years later still learning about myself and how to become a better person and friend to Raven" she said before clearing her throat
"And Devon, of course"

"Who's Devon?" I asked momentarily forgetting about the beautiful heartfelt piece of her life she just told us

"A friend I should probably call and apologise to" she said before digging in her pocket for her phone
"Hi"
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"No, I'm in the wrong, I shouldn't have left like that because you told me the truth that I was unwilling to accept"
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"I'm currently at Raven's"
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"No, I'm not living with her and no, I won't be coming back to your place either"
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"A phone call and conversation do go both ways, how long would you have waited if I didn't call?"
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"I got shot and can't move around, plus, I have two people that guard my body this time around"
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"Nah, alright, stay safe"
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"Bye"