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No Turning Back (Alvis Alendran&SHARPii)

Esther didn’t really have any intention to continue keeping him in her mouth and working him. She only wanted a taste and she didn’t want him to reach a climax yet. Being a little bit more adventurous before she stopped and pushing herself to see if she could, she took more of him into her mouth. She kept going, going slow so she didn’t make it difficult or shoot herself in the foot. Her aim was to take him as deep as she could, something she always liked to venture in. Deep throating but she never lasted because she did have a gag reflex. If she were to relax her throat and muscles she could probably do it better but the moment it brushed against it, there was no stopping her. She wouldn’t vomit but she wouldn’t be able to have something probing that sensitive area constantly. Then she’d vomit, something she didn’t want to do right now. What a way to kill the mood!

She was able to take him a little bit deeper, having him maybe six to seven inches in before she pulled back. Esther sucked on the head as she withdrew, causing her to pause momentarily to savor the taste before she pulled her mouth off of him completely. Her eyes met his and she smiled a knowing smile, knowing that she wouldn’t continue and hoping to convey that thought to him so he realized as well. But she kissed her way up his body, enjoying every part of it. His skin was soft but hard because of how well toned he was. Sitting astride him now, her lips came to his neck and then trailed over his jaw and hovered over his lips. Her eyes slowly met up to his and she pushed her hips down into his, bare against bare. Ooh…

Glorious night indeed!
 
Harrison had to wonder just how far Esther intended to go with this. he'd had more than a few women go by the idea that getting a man off before really getting started would give him better lasting time, and while that was generally true, it was also a better idea to use such a technique for the second or thrid round. But then, most women weren't usually up for a third round with him. Harrison had learned to simply wear himself out quickly with his partners, since they'd not be keeping pace with him if he conserved his strength. His wondering was brought to a head whne she pushed herself farther down, moving with a torturous pace, drawing out he feeling, and making him grind him teeth to avoid reacting farther. She didn't make it all in, but that hardly mattered, it was not something he'd planned on having done, adn the attempt at the extra distance went a long way in pushing his arrousal higher. He fought the urge to wrap his hand in her hair, and drag her up to him, roll her over and simply fuck her blind. But that wasn't the goal. At least, not yet.

She began to work her way up, his smile wide as she came up. She hovered over his kips, close, so tantalizingly close, that he barely held himself in check long enough to move in close, a hair away from her, before drawing back again, teasing her along, before wrapping an arm around her, and pinning her body against his. He felt her hips grinding against his, and slid down a little, feeling his errection come out from between them. He felt the head presing against the entrance to her sex, and pressed his lips to hers, returning to that enflamed feeling, that letting down of the mask, the outpouring of all of his feeling and emotion, The look behind the mask. Only this time he didn't just let Esther glimpse. He held that focus, that release, while he pushed himself up, pressing the head of his errection into her. It was time to get things truly started, else he feared he might lose his mind completely.
 
It was a teasing little game, it felt like and it had her smiling, almost laughing softly. A little giggle here and there but it was quickly silenced when his lips came to hers, his arms around her and her body pinned to his that she moved her hand through his hair as she returned the kiss with much passion and depth. She nearly gasped into it though when she felt him at her entrance. He was so close, just right there and all she’d have to do was meet him the distance and slowly slide down. She did not though. No, she was a bit taken back when her lips left his and her eyes opened to meet a gaze she did not know. A gaze she might have saw for a second but it didn’t go away.

Esther moved her hand around his cheek, her eyes searching and reading his intently, almost speedily until she felt him push in a bit and it caused her to gasp. But it wasn’t just from that sensation. It was from the heady realization that she was seeing a side of Harrison that he probably did not let others see. She never prided herself in being a good people-reader but she knew when she was being given a nice insight to someone as closed off as he was. And here she thought she was reserved! No, there was so much pouring out from this man that she wanted to drink it all up and simply bask in it for as long as she was allotted, before it all went away and they resumed their every day lives like normal, like nothing happened. She was in the moment. She wouldn’t let it be taken from her, not from either of them.

Willingly, her hands moved to his chest, using this moment to free herself a bit from his iron grip, enough to sit herself on him and in the process, take more of his glorious length in her. She did it slowly, so that by the time she did sit upright on him, she had him buried deep inside of her. Esther was enjoying it. She hadn’t moved yet. No, with a size like his, it would be in need of some nursing. She certainly wasn’t used to this size. Sure, all of her past endeavors hadn’t lacked anywhere but Harrison Trenton surpassed them by a long shot. To simply say he was big was an understatement. He was now setting a new bar. A new bar in which all future men would have no choice but to live up to.

Her eyes opened during her adjustment and she let out a small pleasured whimper before her gaze ran along him. Her hands moved up his chest to his shoulders, allowing her to lean down to once more connect her lips with his own in a deep kiss while moving her hips a little to stimulate, to feel, to test the waters, so to speak. It caused a soft moan to come from her and pour into the kiss. How it had been so long, she did not know. One thing was for certain, there was definitely no turning back.
 
Harrison let Esther go, not wanting to restrict her in this endeavour. After all, she'd shown herself to be rather well skilled in what she did. He felt...raw, like an exposed nerve. How long had it been since he hadn't stood behinde the armour he'd made for himself? Did he even remember? Had he done it at all? He knew he might find a point in time when he had, but that would require very careful, considered thought, and he was quite certain that finding that would break the mood, take him out of the moment. And that was something he didn't want to happen. Tomorrow would be armoured, protected, adn frightfully normal. He'd have things to do. Calls to take, and meetings to arrange. And Esther would be a runner in the firm again. However, he felt that she might have a different outlook on the firm as a whole after this night.

As she sat up, he had to let out a slow, plesed groan, feeling her slide him more and more into her. Warm, and slick, and soft, but still as tight as he could have hoped for. His breathing did become more ragged as she went, the control of himself that he knew he'd still need for now shook under this newest assault that she mounted. In some ways, he felt as though every action that she took was a siege upon him, one that would only end in his surrender to more primal urges completely, or... well, actually, that was the only likely outcome to the siege. The thought of him being ale to completely fend her off, and not lose his control somewhere along the line was not an outcome he thought likely. Nor one he felt that would be wanted by either side.

He felt her leaning down, her hands along his chest, sliding her down to him again. This time as she pressed her lips to his, he brought both hands up, one ever so gently enfolding her, simply keeping her close by presence, and the other running down through her hair, before ending up cupping the side of her face. Gods, she was beautiful. He'd thought so before, but now, she looked a little more confidant, a little more released. And it looked good on her, more than he'd expected. The faint whimper she made only served to galvinize his desire. The soft movements she made were his sign, what he'd been waiting for. The faint moan she gave would only serve to push him farther. Silding his hands along her sides, still loving that soft, smooth feel of her skin, he settled them on her hips. Carefully, but with irresistable insistance, he lifted her slightly, sliding a few inches out of her, before guiding her back down. He carefully ground them together, rubbing against the walls of her, putting more pressure on different places. He drew her back again, and repeated the gesture. He didn't try and pick the speed up. That wasn't the goal. It was simply to start things, to see how she took someone the size of him. Fortunately for her, he'd never simply relied on size, he'd learned what he could to make the most of his movements as well. They'd truly crossed the Rubicon now. No going back indeed.
 
Her lips parted from him and she let out a shaky exhale, soft and her eyes opened, looking at him. He was looking at her and she felt just a little nervous under his gaze. She blushed softly but whatever confidence that had possessed her enough now, had not faltered. A person was perfectly allowed to be confident but still have some nervousness. It didn’t mean she wasn’t. She was. She was feeling mighty confident about things right now, especially given their current position and just how deep inside of her he was. Still, she was allowed to be nervous. Who wouldn’t be? She was practically bedding a celebrity!

Esther was completely at his mercy as she adjusted well to him. It’d take a moment before any relentless came because of his size and the fact he was a lot bigger. Although that was already stated, she was truly understanding how much bigger by feeling him inside of her. Even when he moved her up and then down slowly, she tilted her head back enough and moaned. It wasn’t a short moan but neither was it too long. It was just that kind of moan that said ‘Yes, I can so feel you right now, don’t stop!’ Almost begging. She looked down at him again, her hair slipping over her right shoulder and with his urging and her own will, she moved herself up on him, her hands on his chest to brace properly before lowering on him again. It caused the same moan to come from her. It was hard not to be quiet. He filled her so deeply, stretched her so. No complaints. No complaints whatsoever. No, with each slow movement it was like a little nudge closer to cloud nine. Yeah, because that’s where she was destined to go while riding Harrison Trenton.
 
He could feel that she was still getting used to him, but she seemed to be rallying very quickly to the new feelings. Harrison couldn't believe just how effectively she was getting used to him. Tighter than he'd felt in some time, he did have to wonder just how long it had been since she'd been in a situation like this. Each maon she let out was a sound that spurred him on, made him want more, to hear more of that sound. To nurse her along, to bring her to greater heights, even if just to hear more of her. He could feel her resting her weight on his chest, hands warm, and pressing into him. He'd no complaints, liking the feeling really. He felt the rge to simpy rll her over, adn go to work on her fully, but it just didn't see to be the right moment for that. But he did know it was coming. He'd give her this, the opening moves of the night, the chance to get used to things, to make herself happy. And then he'd find other ways to do something like that to her. He did feel the urge to dag her down to him, but he settled for the moment. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back, and letting out a groan of pleasure as she sank back down on him, sheathing him in her full again.

His hands drew her back up, and then down, this time with just a little mroe force, a little more speed, bringing that small amount of extra insistance and passion to the moment. He let one hand slip away from her waist, sliding it up along her body, and giving one of her breasts a firm squeeze, before rolling the nipple in his fingers to stimulate it. He switch sides, doing the same to the other breast, before trailing the hand down her midsection again. His hand hovered over her stomach, feelingthe smooth lines there, before trailing farther down, and gently rubbing along her clitoris.
 
The little movements went along way. Then again, he was a rather large specimen inside of her and that was enough to bring her more feeling and pleasure than she expected or thought. She wasn’t complaining. She loved it. She had never been filled this deeply or felt a man like this and it was wonderful, and they had hardly started.

Her breathing was already shaky and fast pants but not overly. She did have a stamina but she was most just overwhelmed and feeling so much at once. She had hardly moved, he wasn’t even moving her. It was a bit to adjust to but nothing she’d push away. He was more than welcome and she felt every muscle and part of her body relax away. He moved her and lowered her back down and she moaned out louder. It was hard not to because of what was happening to her. Each movement was like a firework exploding deep inside of her and in her mind. She was seeing fireworks. The best thing to see when getting involved with anyone like this.

Managing to sit herself on him upright, her hands moved along his chest as if just needing to feel him to know it was real, that yes, she was actually having sex again after so long and with a celebrity for crying out loud! It was already an established fact in her head that Harrison Trenton was a celebrity in her eyes. This was making her night but more than that, the way he was reacting to her, the way they were connecting, that was something she wouldn’t forget the most—that and the soreness and tenderness between her legs the morning after.

A soft gasp came from her as he stimulated her nipples but she was more sold when he started to stimulate her down there. She gripped his wrist in a reflex reaction but didn’t stop him. That was just the happy button down there, just like her neck was the happy button up there. She moaned, almost as if the gesture shocked her—because it really did—and she started to move on him in time with how he was rubbing her clitoris. Time to get the ball going because she wanted him. Leaning down, she captured his lips to her own before pulling back by biting his lower lip. Releasing his lips, she kissed his chin. “Fuck me, Mr. Trenton.” She whispered. An invitation to take.

Her.
 
Harrison wondered for a moment if she might be trying to call for halt when she siezed his wrist, but no, if anything it seemed galvanize her into further motion. He kept his breathing deep and steady, not at all complaining when she got moving in time with him. When she leaned down, and kissed him again, he returned it with more of that passion that he was becoming more and more willing to let loose. He felt teeth on his lip, and she drew it back, a mildly aggressive and teasing motion. And it frayed his control more than a little, he could count the number of women he'd been with who'd possessed the nerve to do such to him. Harrison was a firm believer in not giving much in the way of direction while being with someone. They would sink or swim based on their own merits. And Esther seemed destined to swim quite far. He listened as she spoke. Four words. Just four small words. They were only words really, but the effect was surprising.

It was an invitation that Harrison was convinced that no man who might find himself in this situation would be able to resist. Fuck me... Well, he'd not disappoint her by taking it easy on her. His arms went around her, pinning her o him, and rolling over, putting her abruptly underneath him. He gave her a very calm, anticipatory smile. He held it for only a moment Beofre leaning forward, running his tongue on her nipples, before moving higher, and giving a firm, but not quite savage bite on her neck. His hips drew back, and then thrust forward, moving nearly all the way out before resheathing himself in her. The move was smooth, not overly swift, but became steady, constant as he began to go to work on her in full force. Each time he buried himself in her, he made a quick gesture to enhance things. A swift, firey kiss, work on a breast or nipple, his teeth dragging along her neck, and every now and then, his thumb to rub along her clitoris. It was a barrage of different stimulous, one that he had used more than a few time. And he was still not at his fulll aggression yet.
 
How he’d respond, how he reacted and what he did all mattered and Esther was not at all disappointed when he pinned her and then changed so abruptly. She didn’t complain. It’s not like she ever dreamed that she might get under Harrison Trenton one day—the most she thought of was what it’d be like to be on the arm of such a powerful man like him, to be involved with him since he was so handsome and quite a catch from what she knew.—but it was a really nice place to be at the moment. Especially given what came after.

Her hand flew up to the back of his head, fingers threading into his hair and her body pushed up into his lightly. She was getting high off of him and what he was doing, each nip, each moment he paid to her breasts or just the way he moved had her going in a way she never knew possible. It’s not like she had gotten around a lot. She had her experiences, dated here and there but man it never felt like this. He was setting a bar. A really high one that just might be incredibly difficult for any other man to reach, at least in bed.

A loud moan came from her, almost as if in surprise, as he withdrew only to bury himself completely and deeply in her once more. Oh. It was one of those ‘aha’ moments and the light bulb that had been dimly lit was now brighter than the second star to the right. Her hands moved to his shoulders before raking down his back, deep too. It wasn’t just a little movement of her nails nicely down his back. No, she held onto him because she knew she’d have to just to survive this in one piece and not completely turn into a puddle. Not likely and she knew she wouldn’t be able to have any control. No, in the end, she would be such a melted puddle, it’d be a wonder if she was able to function after or do anything, especially at work the next day. It was a world of feelings and pleasure coursing through her. She could feel it. That delicious feeling deep in her belly about to go bloom.
 
It was clear how far she was sinking into the experience, from the sound that she was making. He felt her hadns in his hair, and the feeling was far from unpleasant. He felt her rise up, pulling herself tighter to him, yet again something he'd be hard pressed to find fault in. He felt her fingers go hard into his back, and tehn start to rake downwards. He arched his back into feeling, his breath emerging in a slow, steady hiss. It hurt. The pain was blossoming in his mind profoundly. It distracted him for a moment, but while distracted, his body moved on automatic. Fortunately for Esther, automatic made him grind his hips into her, rubbing along her walls, while his thumb kept massaging along her clitoris. Then the pain blossoms changed, and turned into points of focus for him, allowing him to push back almost everything but the rawest form of sensatin. The pleasure and feeling of her wrapped around his member, the pain on his back, that was fast turning to simply another source of enjoyment.

He was breathing hard now, not used to being wrapped quite so tightly by a woman. Esther was clearly not a novice to this type of thing, but he doubted it was something that she'd indulged in very often. And certainly not by someone like him. It took a lot of control not to go off early, to simply shoot into her now, but he wasn't finished yet. He still wanted to draw this out, take his time and pleasure from this moment. He wasn't sure how much longer he'd be able to keep himself at bay though, not while she kept going with him. But he was determined not to let that slow him down.
 
He didn’t stop, neither did he try to be gentle. He went without too much, just right and it was a feeling that kept pushing her closer and closer. He was so deep inside of her that she could feel him at the very end and with the pressure he thrust with, it was a feeling so divine that it was taking a lot not to just scream. Especially when that’s all she felt like she could do with how he was going and how he was making her feel. With the little motions that brushed against her clitoris and the way he was going, Esther wasn’t sure how long she would last. That feeling was blooming deep in her belly and she could feel it growing more prominent.

It felt like she might claw at his back and leave deep marks like that of lashing after being whipped. She didn’t stop though, even if she could. It’s not like she was going mad on his back but it was what she had to hold on for dear life because this was a ride of her life. He rode her so well, it felt like she’d combust. As much as she would love to continue this all night long and go until she probably would be like comatose for work tomorrow, if it happened, she wouldn’t hold back. Sure, she wanted to maintain some kind of control but that was a while ago before she lost any inhibition further. It was a wonderful pleasure to feel after so long. She wouldn’t let it slip by her. No way. Not when it felt like this.

Each thrust, she moaned, still not letting out to her full potential. She didn’t want to scream. She didn’t know what that would mean. Perhaps her nails said more than what she didn’t want to convey. It was a first time with a man like him. She wasn’t about to go howling because she couldn’t control herself with how he plowed her. Each thrust, a movement of hips colliding together in a synchronized harmony. It gave more. She felt more. She was on the teetering tipping point to the point of no return.
 
Harrison could feel every inch on him inside of Esther, and couldn't believe how much he could sense coming off of her. Esther was a completely different animal than what he was used to. But maybe that was what he'd been needing. Something different from what he'd built up in his mind, a departurre from the normal practices that he'd had. It wasn't how things had gone in his other offices, when he'd set up his own smaller business enterprises, some of the employees, and the fateful day with his secretary. Those moments had cahnged things for him, shaped his future, and in some ways was stillshaping his future. It would continue to do so until the last bit was ground out of his life. But that was all a concern that needed applying to the morning at the earliest. It might be buried already. So this night mght be the unintended consequence of keeping his past buried. Adn if that was so, he might have to try and bury the past more often.

Esther was moaning freely now, A sure sign that he'd found something in her that responded very positicely to what he was doing. The scotch had finally worked into his brain by now, but then it might just be a case of sheer blind lust that was taking over his mind. Either way, it was a glorious feeling. He got both arm under Esther's shoulders, bringing her close to him, tight to him even, and he planted another burning kiss on her mouth, before he bodily lifted her from the bed, getting her in the air, but still tight to him, and dropping her onto his errection with an almost savage glee. The grin on his face was possessive, feral, almost vicious, but holding just shy of the last, even when he bit into her shoulder, teeth falling just short of breaking skin. The whole gesture felt right, given with how she was clawing at his back. He pulled back, and pulled her tight to him, feeling his errection start to jerk, pulsing within her, close to losing his control, but at the same time likely bringing yet another layer of pleasure to her, given the new sensation that was going on.
 
Contrary to him, the alcohol in her disappeared, she sobering up when he first touched her, nay, when he first kissed her. It sobered her up instantly because it was such an electrifying kiss. Now? Well she knew she wouldn’t be forgetting about this at all in the morning. The alcohol only served to give her the extra pep she needed in her step to get this onboard and not wimp out on it. Now? Well she was far too in it to go back, not that she’d want to. She got a taste of something she really liked and she intended to see it all through.

Her nails dug deeper into his back when he pulled her so tightly to him and in doing so, impaling her further and harder on his erection, causing her to almost scream. She could feel him hit the very back of her and the pleasure exploded within her. Just a little bit more and she knew she would be such a goner. All the fireworks would explode everywhere they were set and she’d just be a heap of the after effects of an intense orgasm. After all, it had been a while since she had one. She never had time anymore and didn’t have time to take care of it herself. Besides, she usually shied away from it because it just wasn’t the same. This, this what Harrison was doing was well worth the wait.

That grin on his face made her breath hitch and she whimpered pleasurably, tilting her head back, but never letting him go. She needed to hold on if she were to survive this. One more thrust as well as feeling him throb inside of her was enough to send her over. It caused another explosion and gust of pleasure inside of her and she cried out almost, holding on as tightly as she could as her walls tightened, clenched and unclenched around him. Her body felt like it was shaking but it was just inward shaking that could be felt by him but it was just the effects of her orgasm which were completely taking her over, completely consuming her. Esther was gone. She had gone to cloud nine.

Stars.
 
Each move was a glorious thing, each sound, each twitch and shudder, all of them blened together into a whole that made his head spin. His back already felt tender from the mauling that she'd given him, but that wasn't a problem. He'd always taken such as a good sign, and as a badge of prowess. Her moans and whimpers were coming far more frequently now, rising in volume marginally. Esther throwing herself into this with such abandon, he really had to wonder how long it had been since she'd been properly satisfied. For all he knew, he might have ruined any future encounters she might have, just by comparison. The thought actually made him push a little harder into her, feeling himself bottom out in her. She was holding onto him with an almost desperate quality, something that made him enjoy the moment just a hair more, but that hair was hard to reach.

His hands slid up her back, loving the feeling of her sweat slicked skin, the heat pouring off of her so different than when they'd started. He'd have to keep her in mind for future encounters, assuming the nights other events panned out well. He felt her start to almost shake, adn felt her tightening around his errection, causing him to blink, almost unable to think while it was happening. Pure carnal instinct took over, making a hnad shoot to her head, tilting her face back to his, and he savagely kissed her, nothing held back as he released himself. he felt himself jerk inside her, adn began to pump load after load deep within her, and he felt her tighten on him again, points of light bursting in front of his eyes for a few seconds, before both of their orgasms subsided. He slowly lowered them both onto the bed, on their sides, and he looked her in the eyes, smiling, hand still in her hair. One hell of a night.
 
As she rode it through and he kissed her so fiercely, she wasn't sure whether to hold on or break, Esther moaned loudly into the kiss. It felt like she wouldn't be able to hold on but then there was that very delicious warm feeling that engulfed her and she knew he had found his climax. It was such a heady mix and feeling that as much as she wanted to keep kissing him, to feel his lips molded so well with her own in this way, she had to break it, if not for breath then for the groan that escaped her. Her orgasm subsided and her eyes closed. She felt the mattress touch her sweat licked back and she let out a shaky breath, her hands leaving from around him, as did her legs as she completely relaxed back on the bed.

Wow. Every part of her felt unbelievably relaxed and so sated, she wasn't sure if she could move. Her limbs and her entire body felt like jello-goo, that best feeling of having completely melted in such an act. Slowly, her eyes opened as her breathing regained, delicious after shocks going through her body in small jolts. Nothing too intense. Just a little occurrence that seemed to make things even better. What made it even better was when her eyes opened and she regained, she saw him looking down at her, that smile on his face and she once more melted under that gaze. As if it was such trouble, she lifted her arms to snake around his neck, one hand at the back of his head and she lowered it so his lips met hers and she kissed him with a great passion. All the hungry kisses during the action but this one was just passionate as if she didn't like the idea at all of being out of his arms, not right now at least. Come tomorrow, things would go back to normal. For the rest of this night, she wanted to believe that for a moment longer, it was different and she was special.

Let her have this. Let her have this moment. She needed it.
 
Harrison felt that passion, that need, that desire in Esther's kiss, and he gave back all he could. He felt very drained, more so than he had in a very long time, which was always the sign of a spectacular night. And it had been rare that he'd been this satisfied without some kind of extra incentive. This night had just been pure, raw carnal enthusiasm that had carried them both farther and higher than either had considered before. He actually gathered her a little closer to him, still feeling the warmth of her body rolling onto him. He moved a hand back, and simply grabbed a fistful of sheets, adn dragged them forward, partly covering them both, but not releasing Esther. She seemed to want to be close to him, and truth be told, he was quite happy with her right where she was. He cupped her face gently, and his smile reached all the way into his eyes, one that spoke of acceptance, calm, and peace.
"Sleep Esther. Just rest now." He said quietly, the first real words between them for a while now. He gave her a soft, tender kiss, just something to end on, a way of sealing what had been done, of making sure it was all still real. He kept her lose as he let himself drift to sleep.

There was no alarm, but that was fine, he was used to waking without one. Harrison woke, and it took a half second to recall exactly where he was. He could feel Esther beside him, and he could only smile at that. He very carefully slid from the bed, not wanting to wake her this early. After all, she had her own alarm clock, and he'd not interrupt that. He quietly got himself mostly dressed, and slipped into the living room, making sure the door to the bedroom was closed behind him. He smiled, thinking that he might have to make a call if he was to start his day off. He got his phone, and dialled one of his regular contacts, giving the differing address, and what he would need. His man was fast, and had what he'd wanted within ten minutes. He answered the door quietly, thanked the man, and sent him packing. He went to the kitchen, quickly and effectively cleaning the broken cup from the floor, and beginning to work with his order. A dozen eggs Paolo Parisi, costing him nearly thirty dollars, and that was without delivery, but they were the finest money could buy. Lean bacon, brought in from a butcher that he dealt with exclusively, and a loaf of bread baked fresh within the hour. It was all one needed to make breakfast.

Harrison was no stranger to working in the kitchen, one of the handful of things he still made a point of doing for himself now and again to keep in practice. The stove was electric, but that was hardly surprising. Most places off of the ground floor were. Gas would have been an extravagant luxury in a building like this. he was pleased to find cast iron frying pans though, and he set to work. It wasn't long before the smell of fine foods cooking well began to waft through the apartment. He smiled at the thought that Esther might wake to something besides her alarm clock after all.

He kept working, and wondered at his own industriousness. Why? Why do all of this. He could have had breakfast delivered as easily as the ingredients. It wasn't as though he'd not had less than his normal standards to eat recently, and he seriously doubted Esther cared. Then why? He actually thought about it, and realized that he still didn't feel like his normal self. It was like the apartment itself was a shield from the world right now. When he left, he knew he'd have to put on more than a suit, he'd need to put on the mask and armour that the world expected. But right here, right now, he was just himself. And that was a gift that he didn't want to discard easily. He sighed, glad he'd thought to order a few herbs to go with the eggs, sprinkling them on carefully. The eggs were always better scrambled, and he found a knife that would work for the loaf of bread. He cut the first piece, and was glad to see that the bread still steamed with heat from the ovens. The smell made him smile. Good memories, that smell brought to mind. He only hoped that Esther would be willing to eat a breakfast this rich, and this soon after a night like the one she'd been through.
 
Maybe it was because she was still holding onto some sort of high or inebriation from the liquor or maybe that was just the afterglow of a beautiful orgasm. Either way, she went to sleep in his arms very willingly that night and with a smile on her face. The next morning, she was still asleep as he woke up. She slept like a baby considering what had happened the night before but what happened in her bed last night seemed to remedy the tragedy. It wasn’t permanent though and eventually the feelings, emotions and everything about her best friend since they were kids, would sink in. Abby was dead. It wasn’t over. It wasn’t over until Esther found out who killed her. Because they’d pay. She’d personally see to it.

After Harrison woke up and left the bed, she stayed asleep for about an hour. Then she got the pressing need to use the bathroom to relieve herself, even more, she noticed he was gone. It didn’t occur to her until after she was walking out of her bathroom, naked and wide awake and suddenly everything flashed into her head. It’s not like she forgot. Just that time when you first wake up and remember everything so plainly. Dread filled her. God, did she actually have sex with Harrison Trenton? Judging by the fact she woke up naked she was assuming so. But he wasn’t in bed. Did that mean he left?

Yeah, she wouldn’t blame him either because doing the walk of shame from a place like this, wasn’t something anyone should see, especially for someone as high profile as him. Pulling on a pair of flannel pajama bottoms and then a tank top, she walked out of her room when she was welcomed by a gust of delicious breakfast food scents. Her stomach growled. She was starving.

Esther walked into the kitchen just as she finished tying up her hair and low and behold, Harrison was right there, cooking in her kitchen and based on what she saw, he managed to use her not so great kitchen and make a bountiful feast! Her eyes went wide, her jaw dropped a bit and she just kind of froze.

Harrison Trenton was in her apartment. She felt like a naïve little high school freshman when she thought it like that. As if he was Mr. Popular and she was that awkward turtle who would have just died if he was right there like this. But it was just like that and that feeling was still so fresh. She took a step into the kitchen, her feet touching the cool tile and she winched. The carpet wasn’t plush but soft enough to soften the stinging feeling of walking on her cut foot. She looked down at it, remembering that she had cut her foot last night.

Looking up, she worried her lower lip and then walked forward again, slowly and careful not to put too much pressure on the cut and she slid onto a stool in front of the counter, crossing her arms over each other on the breakfast bar and looked at him. No, it was clear as day that Harrison was making this food and he didn’t call in. He made it and she couldn’t believe it. What a guy…

Clearing her throat to get his attention, when he would turn, she just smiled a slight sleepy smile though it didn’t reach her eyes and she slumped her shoulders. “Morning.” And to her surprise, her voice was a bit…well not as relaxed as it would be after screaming last night. Oh yes, the wonderful memories of last night played back into her head and a dreamy look came onto her face. She could feel it too, in between her legs she was so sore and tender but it was a welcome feeling, one that had her blushing a little bit and even smiling so shyly. This smile reached her eyes. Finally. After too long, Esther Martin had gotten laid. The way she should always be able to. Oh yes, Harrison ruined her for any future conquests. Big bar. Big bar, indeed.
 
He could hear her moving around. It was a clear sign that she was awake, but he simply continued to busy himself. It was her apartment, and he'd not do anything to try and force her awareness of his presence. he smiled. It was highly unlikely she'd forget that he was here. Esther was a courteous sort it seemed, not the kind of person to forget a 'guest' as it was. He kept working on things, not using the toaster but instead cutting the slices from the bread, and giving them a golden brown look from some tim on the pan. It was a strange thing, but he'd always preferred toast this way. A little less... common, less controlled. It was something one had to at least pay passing attention to, else detroy it all. And bready like this, it would be a terrible waste. To tide him until proper eating, he munched on a lightly buttered slice. He could taste the difference in the bread, the very subtle undertaste of the maple that was baked into it. Some people would miss it, but he knew it was there, it was why he bought it every morning.

He heard the very faint footsteps approaching the kitchen, heard the faint hesitation in her step, which confused him a moment until he recalled the glass that had been cleaned up this morning. She had cut herself before he'd become...pointedly distracting. He smiled at the terminology. Yes, he'd been very 'distracting' indeed, but then so had she. The faint slide of a stool, and the pressure of her leaning on the bar behind him. He was waiting for the cue, something to call his attention, a bizzare sense of anticipation to the whole thing working through him. He heard the faint throat clear, and the word, the simple word acknowledging that the day was started. He turned to see a smile on her face, and then to see that smile change again, this one being far more full of life and activity. He returned the smile.
"And a good moring to you as well Esther. I hope you don't mind the liberty I've taken with your kitchen, but I felt that the least I could do to make the morning easier was breakfast." He offered his hands moving to dish the food out. Scrambled eggs made a heap, faint flecks of herb showing in them, while bacon was piled expertly beside it, fried to a light crispiness. Finally, the freshly made bread, now made into toast was set into the final gap on the plate. He slid on towards Esther, and gently set a fork in front of it. He set another plate, similarly set up before himself.

He wasn't sure why he was deliberately being queiter than normal, the only thing that he could come up with was that it was the sense that the moment could be ended at any moment, and he felt that it might be a waste. He'd like to prolong the moment, but he knew that life was to be marching on. Was this a side of life that he'd missed? A simple one, of making breakfast for someone, being able to share a morning alone with them? Maybe, maybe not. It was hard to say.
 
She almost melted. His smile was damn gorgeous. How was that possible? How had she not really noticed? Or it was probably just from the afterglow of it all. It was like she was still living in that little glow and so was he. She didn’t want it to end. She had the feeling the moment he stepped out of her home, it would be over and things would be…normal. She never knew how much she hated that word until now. It was a stupid word. She wanted to be abnormal. She wanted to be weird and wave her freak flag like she just didn’t care. She did that last night, kind of right? Hell, she basically begged him to do her. Esther should want to cover her face and just wallow in her own embarrassment. No, nothing like that surfaced. It probably would after he left or when she saw him in the office. But right now? Right now she looked like a love struck puppy who was just imagining her wedding with Harrison Trenton, like a little girl, or even like a teenager being caught scribbling ‘Mrs. Harrison Trenton’ on her notebooks or binder.

Being brought back into reality by his lovely voice, she just nodded her head, her cheeks turning red. I wonder if he can read my mind? “No no, I don’t mind at all. You didn’t even need to do all of this. I’m just surprised you’re still here.” The words fell out of her mouth before she really had a chance to correct them or at least correct herself, even censor herself. She brought her hand to her forehead and shook her head. “What I am trying to say is thank you. I don’t think I can recall having a proper home cooked meal. It’s been a really long while.” Basically since her parents died and she had to fend for herself. Being incredibly busy and always tired, she simply resorted to TV dinners. She didn’t do much grocery shopping. He wouldn’t have been able to find anything in her fridge to use suitably. Her freezer was full of frozen food because it was just easier. Some nights, she didn’t even eat. She’d either be drunk or just too damn tired and would fall right asleep. A girl had to survive on her own though. She was an adult, the only Martin in her side of the family alive and in this economy? Yeah, it was a wonder she hadn’t turned to prostitution.

She watched as he piled on a magnanimous amount of food. Eggs, bacon that looked so delicious and bread. Real bread and she could smell hints of maple steaming from it. Can I keep you? She thought to herself, instead smiling at him as he set her plate in front of her. Esther didn’t hesitate one bit to take that fork and start piling eggs and bacon on top of each other on a slice of bread and eat it as a sandwich. It was delicious. All of it. That first bite of all three of them together in a heavenly combination of absolute pure bliss in food nearly sent her over. She groaned in appreciation over actual real food. Not frozen. Not stored for a long time and heated up in a microwave. No, food you had to cook on a stove or in an oven. Real. Human. Food. She ate like she hadn’t eaten in years, even getting up to help herself to seconds, especially that bread. She got herself a glass of ice cold milk too—that would always been in her fridge no matter what. She was such a milk baby.

“So.” She said after sitting back down with her second helping and after sipping her milk. She didn’t know what to say. What do you say? She was outgoing when she needed to be but with men? It was just sad.
 
Harrison ate a a slightly more sedated pace than Esther, but he was getting the impression that she might have been without food for a time last night, and it had been an eventful time. Or she simply really really liked what he considered a proper breakfast. When she went for seconds, he had to grin. He took it as a high complement to his cooking that she tucked with such entusiasm. The extra fod, not yet cooked, had been carefully put away in her fridge. She'd still find four eggs, and a thrid of the bacon remaining. What she did with them was entirely her business as far as he was concerned. Regardless, it seemed as though she'd have no shortage of energy for her day, after eating like that. Oh to be that young again, his mind wandering a little. Granted it wasn't that much of a difference, or at least it didn't seem like it to him, but maybe that was a mark of the older person. He could clearly tell from some of her earlier expressions that she was likely still either riding the afterglow of the night before, and he hardly blamed her if that was the case, or she might be developing a more serious crush on him.

A more pointed crush.... he normally abhored such, finding it terribly inconvenient. But this time... would it be so bad? He was wealthy now, so much so it ocasionally boggled the mind, and he could take a multi-year leave of absence from the firm to find a way of life outside of that. He could set aside his other business dealings, try to live as a semi-retired man. And perhaps he might have Esther as well. After all, wasn't that the dream, to have a much younger woman on your arm? It might be attainable. He set the thoughts aside. That was a very specific set of circumstances, ones that he doubted would come to pass. He caught herapparent surprise at his presence. She backpedalled instantly, seeming to try and undo the implications of the statement, as though she thought so little of his moral character that he'd simply take her home, have a night of glorious sex with her, and then simply leave her in the middle of the night without saying a word. There was a part of him thta felt insulted, adn to his mild surprise, even vaguely hurt byt he statement, but he subscribed to the idea that her mind was not likely working at full capacity after such a recent wake up, and she had corrected herself. But to her other statement...

"I find that proper cooking is something that one should always make the time for. With some practice, it can become much faster, adn often gives much better rewards." He offered, cleaning up the last on his plate. A thought occurred to him. "There is a benefit option at the firm that provides a person with a proper lunch that I have enjoyed for some time. As a four year employee, you qualify quite readily. Being a runne,r it's easy to miss you in the shuffle. But you might find the program useful. It would save you a considerable expense, and give much mroe variety to your day." He pointed out. It was such a minor thing, somethig he'd put in place years ago simply to prevent him from having to bring food from home, or order in constantly. Lloyd had laughed at him, but taken the benefit with a smile. He watched Esther, listening to her last word. So. It was a loaded word, or at least as loaded as he wanted it to be. A part of him contemplated simply throwing her over his shoulder, carrying her back to teh bedroom and having his way with her again. He put a pin in that thought. Maybe another day. Too much to do today. He smiled thinly.
"Are you sure you still want to go to work today? Again, no one would hold it against you, least of all myself." he said calmly, feeling out how she was dealing with things right now, aside from a little moonstruck.
 
She smiled softly, nodding her head. She agreed one hundred percent to his idea. Practice came with patience, patience came with time and time was something she just didn’t have since she was too busy. The money she earned as a runner at the firm went to her school loans and her apartment, as well as her utilities and other necessary bills. The money she made from the bar was her spending money as well as sustenance. Without it one or the other, she’d be left destitute. She needed both jobs because quite frankly, it was all she had to get by completely with some free wiggle room in between. In this market, they weren’t looking for English teachers. There was a high demand for math teachers, special education teachers and science. She was good at math but she hated it. But if she had to, she could teach it well. Esther just didn’t have the time that was needed to take the extra math classes towards the qualifications exam. So she had a license and qualifications in English. But otherwise it was useless.

Esther finished her breakfast and was simply sipping on her milk in the time remaining before the real world welcomed them both again back into the mix of their separate lives, away from this, away from what could make them both happy. She knew it too, more so hoped. She liked Harrison. She liked him a lot. What was there not to like? A man she didn’t really even know was there when she needed someone most, he comforted her and he made it clear he had wanted her last night as much as she wanted him. What was not to like? If she wasn’t careful…

“I’d like to take you up on that.” She said softly. “I think it’d prove most useful and I might not die next week from malnutrition.” She teased, trying to keep her tone light and a bit humorous. It’s not like she’d really die but she wouldn’t last the way she was going. It was times like this she missed her parents most, especially her mother, who had always grilled her own daughter to eat because she noticed too that she would often not eat. When Esther got busy, she just forgot and it became an after thought. Still, she missed that extra push. The ‘You can’t leave this house until you’ve eaten!’ push.

She contemplated work. She had a shift at The Spot tonight. She needed that income, but more, she needed to be busy. If she didn’t have her shift at the bar tonight, she wasn’t sure what she’d do on her own. Abby’s dead body came unbidden to her memory and she made her mind up then and there. Standing, she took her empty plate and his, as well as her now empty glass and took them to the sink, starting to clean them. “It’d be good if I went to work today, both jobs. I need it. I don’t…I don’t know what I’d do if I was left with my thoughts alone for too long. Distraction is good. Distraction is essential until I can afford to feel.” In other words, until she had time to grieve properly, she would distract herself until she was left with nothing else but to grieve.

When she finished the dishes, Esther turned to face him, her hands bracing behind her against the edge of the sink. “Thank you though. For last night. For staying. For just being there.” Esther wanted one more taste before it would fizzle. Walking to him, she turned him to face her and stood in between his legs, looking up at him. She bit her lower lip as her gaze was glued to his and then drifted down to his lips, as if asking silently, a secret.

“Kiss me.” She finally said, not really asking. Imploring him to do. “Kiss me one more time.” She close her eyes and then exhaled softly. “Please.”
 
Distractions, coping mechanisms. All of these things made sense for Harrison. Everyone had different ways of dealing with their issues, and Esther apparently wanted to bury herself in activity. It would be the quiet that weighed her down, that settled the burden more onto her shoulders. And she'd fight that burden tooth and nail with a flurry of working. And if last night was any indication, probably with a liberal amount of alcohol. She was setting towork on the dishes, and he simply set them beside her, letting her work. After all, it was her home, her kitchen, her dishes. He'd not be so presumptious that he took over everything. Besides, needing to stay active and busy was also likely a part of her clean up. And he'd not interfere with that in the least. It made good hearing that she'd take up the lunch benefit. He'd make sure she was erolled in it as of the day before, ensuring that she had that taken care of for the coming day. And make sure she knew it too.

He listened to her as she thanked him. He smiled at her faintly.
"You are most welcome Esther." He told her gently. She came closer to him, getting very close. He could pick out a lot of different things aobut her as she aproached, the way she bit her lower lip, likely due to nerves. She had a strange way of holding herself that spoke of need, of nervousness, but a sense that she was pushing past the latte,r and wanted to see things through. He heard her request, something very simple from a person who'd just spent the night with her, at least he'd felt it should be very simple to ask. He stood up, bringing himself closer to her, a hand coming up to very gently frame the side of her face. His mouth was close to her, close wnough that he could feel her breath on his face, adn he knew she had to feel teh same thing. He very faintly whispered to her, as though telling her a great secret that only her esars could receive.
"No Esther. Not one more time." He breathed out before leaning forward, catching her mouth in a gentle, yet burningly pasionate kiss, that same kind of release that he'd had last night coming to the fore again. "Because I will kiss you again. And more than once." He breathed to her as he broke away from her, holding the gaze, and giving her a warm, encouraging smile.
 
She thought for a moment he wouldn’t. Her breathing hitched almost the moment his hand came around her cheek, she imploring herself to look up into his eyes, not that it was any kind of chore. It was so willing, she could easily fall into those beautiful eyes of his. She could easily fall into the depths of Harrison Trenton and lose herself completely. One could easily fall—

He said no. It confused her greatly and then his lips were on hers. Her eyes widened in surprise because she thought him saying no was his way of saying he didn’t want to kiss her. She had so many doubts. She was so insecure about this and if she had married Prince William, she’d never make it a day to be married to someone like him. So how could she possibly believe anything this man said? It was too good to be true. It’s why she wanted just one more kiss, something to hold onto before it never came again. Because she knew it wouldn’t come again. Something like this to happen on a regular basis was not destined to be true. It just wasn’t possible. Not if she was involved. If it was some beautiful, expensive, well arrange female lawyer or higher female executive who was probably worth his time, then she’d believe it. But just…her? A nobody runner who was a bartender at night but truly a struggling teacher? Yeah, not possible.

Still, all of this didn’t stop Esther from kissing him back, finding so much comfort in this moment and wanting to hold onto it for just a hair longer. The kiss filled her with such warmth and she found her body leaning into his, closer and when he pulled back, she had to fight the urge to follow his lips. Her eyes opened and she swallowed hard, her breathing quicker than normal but not overly and she blushed, shaking her head. “You say that now.” She almost whispered, looking up into his eyes. I suppose there’s no chance I can steal you for one more time and then be okay with if you never speak to me again, right? How she wanted to but they both had a long day ahead of them, he especially. “I’ll see if it’s true.” Her hands snaked around his neck and this time she kissed him after bring his mouth down on hers. She kissed him like she may not kiss him ever again, a deep kiss, a passionate kiss, a kiss that spoke louder than any words that could be spoken. She poured it all in that one kiss, that proper end of the story kiss or before reality kicked in.

Pulling back, her eyes were still closed and she breathed quicker again. Her insides felt like they were humming and she felt like she could melt. Instead, the wall came back up. “I’ll see you at work Mr. Trenton.” She kissed his cheek and her eyes opened before she moved out of his arms and disappeared from the kitchen and went to her bedroom, the door shutting and a click following, signaling she locked it.

“Ugh, men.” She grumbled, covering her face. “Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.”
 
A part of him knew it was almost cruel to tease her in sucha way. He was fully aware of how she must have likely gfelt hearing the word 'no' come fom his mouth. And at that time no less! It would have been devastatingly cruel to her to set things up like that, and then leave her. She clung to her notion of someone like him would only seek a partner of similar standing, adn the notion, while mildly irritating, made sense. She was not used to fdealing with anyone who was a part of higher society, adn like it or not, he was a part of that grouping these days. What would it have been like if she had met him when he was only a law student, even before he'd stated spending time with Lloyd? Would she have believed that he'd come from such a place? Doubtful. But it didn't matter. The what ifs were a fine way to while away your time, but they would accomplish nothing beyond that.

The look in her eyes was very clear when he pulled away. It wouldn't take much to push them both over the edge into another round of passion, but Gods, they didn't have the time. The rest of the world was closing in on them, and he would need to be ready to fight it off again. The last kiss she offered was one that he'd known the feeling of, that last bout of passion, the fear of never knowing it again. He'd parted on a feeling like that before, but this time it was still different. Esther seemed to veyr much wear her heart on her sleeve, and seemed always willing to put so much of herself into what she did. He did recall from her file at the firm that she'd finished school to be a teacher, adn if she landed a job doing that, she'd likely be fantastic at it.

Her tone sealed the end of the feeling. See you at work... it was a very plite dismissal, and he knew it had to come. He let her go. It was all he could really do at this point. He heard the door of the bedroom shut,the clicking of the lock, preventing him from enacting any potential ambushes to prolong their time, but he also knew that was for the best. He went tot he closet, and slid his shoes on. He left a small note on her counter, letting her know that her car would be waiting for her at the firm today. He'd take care of it.

His office always had a few changes of clothes on hand, and no one either noticed that he was wearing the same suit as the night before, or they simply had the good sense to not speak about it. It only took him a few moments of typing to make sure that Esther had been signed onto the lunch benefit, and then he had his assisstant get him Esther's work file. A few more minutes review showed him everything exactly as he'd thought he might find it. Eleven different points that someone had offered to sponser her into processing. And each adn every one hda stopped cold on Bree Larkin's desk. He had the woman brought in.

The dicussion was not long, nor was it pleasant. Larkin was assured that if she continued on this vindictive path of holding emplyees back for no reason, then Harrison would personally take the time to ruin her career on a permanent basis. It was not polite, nor was it precisely legal, but it really didn't matter. The die was cast, and now all harrison had to worry about was if the police wanted to speak to Esther again.
 
She waited. It was only until she was sure she had heard her front door close, did she leave her room and poke her head out. Carefully, she walked down the little hall and saw the door shut, Harrison gone and the weight of reality kicking in at full throttle. She didn’t want to go back to it. She didn’t want to go to work and pretend like there wasn’t…something. Surely, there was something now, wasn’t it? No. Not one bit. That would simply be just Esther and her wishful thinking. Wishful and only a wish. One not to come true.

With a heavy sigh and not letting allowing to feel pity for herself, she went back into her room and got her clothes for the day, grabbed her towel and then went in for a shower. She came out fifteen minutes later with her towel wrapped around her body, her hair wet but having been dried by the towel not too long before and then dressed in her outfit for the day. It was a nice white blouse, short sleeved and with a black vest over it, the back being made of lace. She wore pinstripe trousers and then pulled on her comfortable yet stylish ankle boots, which allowed her to do all her errands she had to do for the firm without changing shoes.

Tying her hair in a ponytail, low and to the side, over her right shoulder, Esther applied a light amount of make up before gathering all she needed to go. Just as she was about to leave, she saw the note on her counter and smiled a little bit. With that final note and making sure she did have her car keys with her, Esther left and went to the firm, hailing a cab.

She arrived fifteen minutes later, thankfully not getting stuck in too much traffic, and walked to her little cubicle. It had just a desk, cords to fit a monitor, a computer underneath but not plugged in. She didn’t really need it. She didn’t do much on the computer. She was just a runner and took over whatever others might have needed to lighten their load but that was it. Wherever she was needed, if needed, that was all.

After dropping her things off at her desk, she went to see Bree to see what she needed to do for the day. It was very odd. Bree was…nicer? Esther didn’t understand but neither did she comment. She did as she was told, thankful that Bree seemed to have lost whatever was up her ass to constantly make her a bitch only towards her and then went off for her errands. She had a suspicion that Harrison might have done something but she wasn’t too sure, not wanting to raise hopes. She knew he was a great man. It didn’t mean he wanted to play in her sandbox though, just because of one night.

Before she did her errands, she stopped by to see his assistant, her good friend too and smiled at her, placing her stack of papers down. “Hey.”
“Hey!” Mallory stood up immediately and rounded towards her, all wide eyed. “What are you doing here?”
Esther looked down at the papers and then at her, confused. “Um, working?”
Mallory just blinked her eyes.
“Oh my god, do I still work here?” She whispered.
“Yes! Of course!”
She breathed a sigh of relief. “Then?”
“Well, I mean after what happened last night…”
The sudden image of Abby’s dead body, blood, blood and lifeless eyes staring at her came unbidden in her mind once more. Esther zoned out a second before coming back to life. “What happened last night?”
“Esther—“
“It’s fine. It’s done. I’ll find who did it and then we can all move on.” She said simply.
“Esther…”
“Is Mr. Trenton in? I have some things to give to him.”

Mallory was a bit taken back but she also understood. “Yeah, he’s in. Go ahead.” She said softly. Esther nodded, picking up her stack and taking a step towards his office when Mallory stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“I know you had a different friendship with her, different than with me. I know you knew her longer than me. But Esther, if there’s anything I can do, anytime you need to talk—“
“I’ll call you in a heartbeat Mal. Thanks.” She smiled a genuine smile, touched by her offer and her care.
“Of course.” She quickly hugged her and with one arm, Esther hugged her back. It wasn’t a meek little hug either. It was a good grip both of them had. Pulling back, she nodded to her and then went to his door, knocking on it before opening it with one hand. She poked her head in. “Mr. Trenton? I have some papers for you. Some need signing, others need your immediate approval.”

Normally, she’d simply give them to Mallory to get to him but these needed to be turned in before she left the firm to make her rounds. Bree needed it asap since it was kind of last minute. Then again, Abby’s death was sort of last minute. Then again, she didn’t know these papers had anything to do with that case. If it was even a case.
 
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