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Author: Flaming pen
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Annabelle went back home in another ride, a taxi while Jack drove in his step-father's car, Mr. Bennett's. His finger gripped the wheel tight like he had personal unsettled grudge with the inanimate aluminum.

Anger about his ruined date with Annabelle was directed at Rowan.

He always ruin things.

His presence always stirr something unpromising.

His grip grew harder, jaw clenching, knuckle popping hard on skin.

"That bastard—" he slammed fist on the steering, accelerating above speed limit throu
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    "Burn it!!" Nooo!!! The scream tore from his throat.He lunged for the suit, Security shoved him hard. He stumbled back, falling heavily against the marble with a sharp crack.The security squeezed the cloth and moved. Rowan's heart slammed against the ribcage. It was as though it was his heart getting wrenched in the hand of the security.Every instinct overrides pain. Rowan lunged for the suit, dragging it with the security."No. No please don't burn it. Please..it's my design.. please don't do this sir." "Take him out." Mr. Grant said, irritated already like he's causing a nuisance in the hall already.The second security gripped his wrist, dragging him out of the hall against his resistance. "P— please, sir. Please don't burn the design.." Rowan cried.The entire thing turned into a spectacular. Patrons laughed at his hurt, some raising their phones to record the whole for Instagram view, some staff members giggled, some shaking their heads."Wait.. I'll do whatever you say.

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    "Burn it!!" Nooo!!! The scream tore from his throat.He lunged for the suit, Security shoved him hard. He stumbled back, falling heavily against the marble with a sharp crack.The security squeezed the cloth and moved. Rowan's heart slammed against the ribcage. It was as though it was his heart getting wrenched in the hand of the security.Every instinct overrides pain. Rowan lunged for the suit, dragging it with the security."No. No please don't burn it. Please..it's my design.. please don't do this sir." "Take him out." Mr. Grant said, irritated already like he's causing a nuisance in the hall already.The second security gripped his wrist, dragging him out of the hall against his resistance. "P— please, sir. Please don't burn the design.." Rowan cried.The entire thing turned into a spectacular. Patrons laughed at his hurt, some raising their phones to record the whole for Instagram view, some staff members giggled, some shaking their heads."Wait.. I'll do whatever you say.

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    "Burn it!!" Nooo!!! The scream tore from his throat.He lunged for the suit, Security shoved him hard. He stumbled back, falling heavily against the marble with a sharp crack.The security squeezed the cloth and moved. Rowan's heart slammed against the ribcage. It was as though it was his heart getting wrenched in the hand of the security.Every instinct overrides pain. Rowan lunged for the suit, dragging it with the security."No. No please don't burn it. Please..it's my design.. please don't do this sir." "Take him out." Mr. Grant said, irritated already like he's causing a nuisance in the hall already.The second security gripped his wrist, dragging him out of the hall against his resistance. "P— please, sir. Please don't burn the design.." Rowan cried.The entire thing turned into a spectacular. Patrons laughed at his hurt, some raising their phones to record the whole for Instagram view, some staff members giggled, some shaking their heads."Wait.. I'll do whatever you say.

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    "Burn it!!" Nooo!!! The scream tore from his throat.He lunged for the suit, Security shoved him hard. He stumbled back, falling heavily against the marble with a sharp crack.The security squeezed the cloth and moved. Rowan's heart slammed against the ribcage. It was as though it was his heart getting wrenched in the hand of the security.Every instinct overrides pain. Rowan lunged for the suit, dragging it with the security."No. No please don't burn it. Please..it's my design.. please don't do this sir." "Take him out." Mr. Grant said, irritated already like he's causing a nuisance in the hall already.The second security gripped his wrist, dragging him out of the hall against his resistance. "P— please, sir. Please don't burn the design.." Rowan cried.The entire thing turned into a spectacular. Patrons laughed at his hurt, some raising their phones to record the whole for Instagram view, some staff members giggled, some shaking their heads."Wait.. I'll do whatever you say.

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    "Burn it!!" Nooo!!! The scream tore from his throat.He lunged for the suit, Security shoved him hard. He stumbled back, falling heavily against the marble with a sharp crack.The security squeezed the cloth and moved. Rowan's heart slammed against the ribcage. It was as though it was his heart getting wrenched in the hand of the security.Every instinct overrides pain. Rowan lunged for the suit, dragging it with the security."No. No please don't burn it. Please..it's my design.. please don't do this sir." "Take him out." Mr. Grant said, irritated already like he's causing a nuisance in the hall already.The second security gripped his wrist, dragging him out of the hall against his resistance. "P— please, sir. Please don't burn the design.." Rowan cried.The entire thing turned into a spectacular. Patrons laughed at his hurt, some raising their phones to record the whole for Instagram view, some staff members giggled, some shaking their heads."Wait.. I'll do whatever you say.

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    Jack was perspitating now.He wrote a letter to appeal which might have just been read, overlooked and dumped in the shredder like every apology and remorse was trash.His career, already cracked had just crumbled right before his eyes and making a clear way through it was difficult at the moment because his mind was in pieces and turbulence.He'd lied to Margaret, asked for tuition fees he didn't pay to the school bursary from Mr. Barnett, squandering every penny on people he wanted to impress— people like Anabelle so he would look like big stuff.He forged results that were compelling for praises. And now it wasn't even about the knocked-over future but what Margaret and his step-father, Mr. Barnett would react when they eventually get to know he'd been playing poker with their hard earned money, that he had been spinning results for impression while they condemn someone like Rowan."What do I do...what do I do—" His voice cracked. He paced the room, sweats soaking his shirt that sh

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