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"Decent, just...went 'till I couldn't." He explained, sweat slicking his skin and plastering his hair damp. |
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She just nodded, pressing a kiss to her cheek as another car rumbled up the driveway. A G-wagon. She sighed, looking at Caden. "Recognize your client?" She asked |
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"Shit." He muttered under his breath, taking the backway into the house so he wouldnt be seen liek that before heading inside and wiping any sweat off him. Caden then swiftly slipped into a pair of slacks and a dress shirt, appropriate atire for the occasion. He snapped on his Rolex before running a hand through his hair, walking out just as his client stepped out. |
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"I heard you were investing in some new stocks, Mr.Ortiz?" The man said stepping up to Caden and shaking his hand. "I thought I'd come with my proposal in person." |
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Caden hesitated for a second as nobody beside him new of the new stocks, as I mean, why would you tell somebody something so random? "Uh..yes. Come inside," He beckoned leading him in. |
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Emily watched the men go inside as she sighed. She had work to do |
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He led him to his study which was a vast room, a desk with two moniters set up and two seats in front of it---the place he held events such as this. "So, what is there to discuss? I figure you've brought something too breif over," Caden questioned, leaning back in his chair slightly. |
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The man showed his crypto stocks, asking--naturally--if Caden would invest with his pools of money |
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Caden declined, reading them easily and figuring they'd crash and burn within days. "I'm sorry but, i'm skipping this one out." He admitted, a fake look of pity on his features. |
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The man nodded respectfully, leaving rather quickly |
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