Plagiarism and Fraud (first draft)

Plagiarism and Fraud (first draft)

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Hey! My name is Emerson Grace, but If you've been tuned into the news you would probably know that already. It's weird to think that I am one of the most wanted criminals right now. How on earth did I get myself onto all the tv screens with the caption: wanted for drug trafficking, ID and bank fraud and suspicion of murder, I don't really know. I think it started that night at the Mercury House or maybe on the day of my mother's Forever Lovely Beauty Pageant. How it started doesn't matter when the only thing everyone seems to be asking is how the daughter of a beauty queen and a hotel mogul became an international criminal hunted by the FBI. You probably want to know that too don't you? Well, if you promise not to snitch I'll tell you. So listen carefully this is one hell of a twisted tale. Are you ready to know the story behind the news story? A/N As of 18 September 2015, I will be updating every Thursday for this story.
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"What is your name?" I asked, staring into her doe-like eyes. Almost immediately her face twisted in horror. Her eyes switched back and forth frantically like an exit would suddenly appear out of thin air. The sides of her lips turned downward like it was taking everything in her not to burst into a sob. Sure, she was scared--that much was expected-- but I could see the anger. I could see she was furious with me. Interesting. I thought to myself. As much as I wanted to explore how far I could push her until she retaliated; time was of the essence right now. I was staring at an unrecognizable girl. A mistake like this will get a lot of people killed. "I asked you a fucking question, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself." I growled as I grabbed her small face in my hand, making her eye shut in pain. "Harley. Harley Anderson," she spat softly like an angered kitten. Harley. I let her name roll over my tongue for a while. Every second that passed made my vision go black with anger. I looked away from her face before releasing the hold I had on her. I felt my jaw clench in anger and my fist flex in readiness as I stared off in the distance, trying to control my anger from making me lash out. However, I couldn't control myself. She is the wrong girl. We have the wrong girl. ------------ Harley Anderson was an average girl with an almost too simple life before being taken by the biggest cartel in New Mexico right in front of her best friend, Avery. Xander Sanchez, the leader of the Riot cartel has nothing else on his agenda besides making his ex-business partner pay for his wrongdoings. What happens when Avery is the center of the operation, but it all goes wrong, and now Harley finds herself in a situation she never dreamed of? What happens when Harley is taken and forced to work under the boss? Will Harley be able to survive working under this ruthless man? What happens when the boss finds himself falling for the girl he least expected to capture his heart?

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