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chapter two. the game begins. ( sort of ).
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Althea Perez was a lot of things but a pussy was not one of them; under the guise of supporting her relative, she would make her first move. To be fair, it shouldn't be hard, she's met George before.
Granted that was two weeks ago in London just before Sakhur's testing.
Fuck Augustine. Fuck herself. She hated that she didn't have the nerve to say no when Augustine proposed the bet. But it was just a harmless little bet, right?
It didn't matter how long this bet was going to be. There was only 25 races and she only had to be with him for 12.
She could do this.
But she couldn't make it to Bahrain; not when she had a job to do. She had to make the video for the makeup campaign, not that she wanted to. She hated doing campaigns, most of the time, she didn't even use their products, they just wanted her to be the face of their brand.
That's the last thing on her mind when her phone dings.
And then it dings again.
She glances at it.
It's a message from an unknown number, well, two unknown numbers.
She looks at the name of the groupchat and scoffs; this had Augustine Slade written all over it.
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