Opus Dei
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Opus Dei is a secret society which exists since the 17th century. It has a hereditary character and operates under grave circumstances. No one who doesn't have a family recommendation to enter is not allowed to even get near the smallest members. They have this famous lodge, from the smallest member to the most important people whose names aren't known to the ordinary people. These "shadows" are said to be the rulers of the world, the ones who actually control everything we do, on a macro scale, as puppets.They have been financing all sides on every war forever, they own every piece of gold on the planet, every bank, every building, every...person pretty much. These people are the only trillionaires the world has. These are the big daddys, the ones that keep punishing the world and us without us even knowing it.
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"I am going tell some of the guards to take you home and I promise you will never see me again. I see the fight in you, I see your fear. But first,"
His hands cup my cheeks and his face is inches away from mine. I am full on shivering. He licks his lips before moving his head slowly, so he could whisper in my ear, "Kiss me. Just once. Just like you wanted to in the elevator, before you saw that sign."
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