I loved her, even if she never knew my name. She was my Ariel, and I know I am her Eric.
No matter what she says.
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I smiled to myself, holding a cup of coffee.
I would need it. Thank god I hadn't thrown away Attina, so now I could enjoy not having to worry about disposing of her body, and I would live a life of luxury, without ever needing to worry about money for at least five years.
Who cares that it came from an emotionally injured man?
When I was done he wouldn't know what hit him. But before that, I needed to figure out a few things.
First, how do I get the money without being caught? I'd rather not sacrifice all my hard work at this point in the game. So close to getting Ariel, only for it to fail?
I'd rather die.
Secondly, I need to deliver what he wishes. My plan is to set it up so I am long gone by the time he even has my offer.
Thirdly, I need to erase all evidence that she came in contact with me. It's too late to take back the planted evidence, but it should give me some time, say three days before they call bull.
Looking back, I should have tried tipping them off that it was fake.
