Ellen

Lewis drummed his fingers on the steering wheel of the car while we were parked somewhere on Wall Street, right under the buildings that housed Hextec's facilities. We had just gotten there, and I was thinking about how I would approach Olivia to get what I wanted.

“I've only seen Olivia Thompson once in my life—the night she set up me and my goons. What a smart bitch,” he said with a wicked chuckle. It wasn't long ago that he got out of jail after I paid his bail.

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