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I see red, red, oh red

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I see red, red, oh red.
A gun to your head, head, to your head
Now all I see is red, red, red

A gun to your head, head, to your headNow all I see is red, red, red

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"Briana, I told you I don't need any of your girls." I say to the person who is on the other side of the call, "Told you, babe. She will help you." I rolled my eyes at the way she enunciated me.

"How?" I questioned, "She was collecting information about Czar from the past year." Bullshit.

"Oh, is that so?" I asked, attempting to calm my furious voice to spit out, "Yeah, she works with him."

"By being his prostitute?" A disgusted impression took over my face. "You can say that." She spoke in her typical vocals.

"I don't need anyone's help." My attempt broke and my voice came furious, "Don't get angry, my love, and don't forget you are doing my work."

"I am doing work because it is beneficial for me and for the very last time, I am reminding you again to address me formally, I don't want your shitty names." I spoke, "Fine, Mr. Raichand but remember she is meeting you today and it will be beneficial for you and me too."

From the one corner of my mind, I feel the same it would be beneficial for me because being a fucking prostitute, she would always be with him in his room, and in that case, it would be easy to get information about his deeds.

"What's her name?" I asked, "Rosalia Wright, please try to act good, Mr. Raichand." Sarcasm was dripping from her voice.

"Don't teach your father, Ms. Williams. I know what to do and how to do it." I say and cut the call before leaning over my car's seat.

Eight minutes, it's been fucking eight minutes since I left Amaya in my office room and now, I am missing her like fuck, but this work is so important that I have to do it even though I don't want.

I opened my cell phone, and her smiling picture flaunted over the screen, a wide, round face with a pointed chin, her big dark brown eyes with dark eyelashes, her short perfect nose, and her hair cascaded down her back like a honey-colored waterfall and she wore a pair of simple gold hoop earrings.

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