you won't be sor

st make sure you're good to m

worry about that

doing business wit

al." We exchanged

neously. I stand as well. A professiona

d the McCormicks and made small talk

or the night?" Christina asked

ing on her computer and looked

ading home soon, too."

cument today's prophet

nded. She smiled and directed her atten

ean." The younger version of Mr. McCormick asked once we reached the

y employees. Besides my business brings me enough pleassure. I've

stated. After exiting the building,

llow my pride on that. Shit. Why the hell did I have to park in B Lot today? I would have to walk a little distance

. Accross the street, behind La Loca, was a car with some sick son of a bitch taking advantage of some drunken girl.

e parking garage and stopped abruptly when I heard the poor girl shriek out in pain. Shit! Shit! Shit! Why the hell did

s if violating this woman isn't enough, he has to hit her too? The guy brought hi

but it ended in me beating the guys face in until he was unconsciou

loosely. I know this woman! Anger filled my chest. She had blood coming from her nose and her botto

er legs and lifted her gently out of the car. I carried her across the street to the car garage and opened th

the door. As I made my way around to the driver side, I finally heard the sound of sirens in the distance. It's ridiculous how lon

eak. I yelled to them and they came over quickly, stopping halfway and turning back around and disappeared in

was doing. I let them know what happened and they made me fill out a form anyway like I knew th

cy contact information a

r that well. The only information I can give is a name." She

t with her. Nuses came in every few hours asking me if I needed anything, and checking her vi

rprise, Christ

e clear my sche

illy me! I didn't n

Mr. McCormick's son and have him go over his designs with Geffory. Also,

ot a pr

re-entered the room. I reclaimed my place on the sofa nex