PROLOGUE

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I stood in a room where they made me wait for his appearance. It looked like a simple office but a lot bigger. The desk was placed in the middle of the room, the walls were a gray color with a white couch on the far side of the room and two leather black chairs in front of the desk. Everything looked very mature for an office. I stood a good distance away from the door waiting for him to show up. I was nervous for many reasons. First reason is I am terrified of how this guy would treat me, he could want to kill me or use me. Second reason is this is not just anyone, this is this person's son which is far more dangerous than his father and mostly any criminal.

Dragging me out of my thoughts the doorknob started to turn. My heart rate started to increase and my face felt like the blood was draining out of it. Finally, when that door opened up, I saw him. Right there in front of my eyes, eye balling me from head to toe. He held a smirk on his face.. And that's when I knew it had to be him... Jason McCann.

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