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Kendell Marano Parker.

He walks to the bag he had, after his call, and opens it by removing a chic box, which I know very well.

The opens it by expelling my piece, which he bought at auction, it right before my eyes.

Until then, all my blood had already disappeared, butterflies were playing to torment my stomach, my heart would pierce my chest so much that it beat, and it seemed that oxygen was becoming extinct.

And my eyes were fascinated by the expensive and chic masterpiece in front of me.

Can you still speak?

My voice is gone!

- Kendell... - his voice causes a short circuit in my body, and makes me look at him who was...

Is the little boss nervous?

- I'm good at everything, but this case is an exception. - he says, calmer with himself.

I'm out of action. In case you want to know.