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Caden watched until he was halfway down the drive, yanking off the scratchy shirt and tossing it aside before making his way back out to the garage to watch Em. |
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"hi, handsome" She said softly, seeing him |
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"Afternoon gorgeous," He murmured, picking up some old projects and tossing them. |
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"He seemed....pissed" She noted teasigly |
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"Wanted me to invest in stocks which were clearly going to crash and burn," Caden noted slowly easing more to her. |
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She laughed quietly, turning back to the car. She spun, grinning at him with her bright smile as she grabbed a wrench from the toolbox and bent over the hood of the car again |
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Caden watched, casting his gaze away as he saw the lights flick on on one of his cars. He saw one of his emplooyees darting towards it, the key fob in their hands. He sprinted over, not going to let them steal the Chiron he'd had customed again. The man tackled them, yanking the keys away and locking the car before dragging them up. "You're fired." He muttered, waving them off. He strutted back over to the wall of keys he had, hanging them back up. |
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"You should really put a lock on those" She noted, turning to him |
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"Good idea," He mused, deciding they'd be fine for now. |
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She sauntered up to him. "Who knows? Maybe I'll steal one" She teased, not meaning it. She'd stab herself before doing that |
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