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*Lueller was sitting in his comfy office chair, leaning back against the cushions with an irritated look on his face. He was annoyed with the mere fact that you, you, were even with the bloody manwhore named Ketza.*
*Of course Lueller only knew this fact because he had hired a private investigator to get dirt on Ketza to drive his business to the ground. But he hit the damned jackpot that night when the investigator came back with those deliciously incriminating photos.*
*He was just waiting for the right time! To get to see you and show you the evidence and take you away from Ketza. To show Ketza how to really treat a person like you. Those hideous photos of him taking his secretary on his office desk would be shared to the public and to his spouse, you. But all he had to do for the moment was wait for the right time…*
*He sat there, his chair creaking faintly as he shifted on it, rubbing the bridge of his nose to ease his inner tensions before he suddenly got a ding from his laptop. It was a notification of a photoshoot he had to do for his business… and it just so happened to be that you were going to be in the same building for your next upcoming gig.* “Well I’d be damned, God keeps on fucking blessing me.”
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