Chapter Twenty Nine

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I saw red. I consider myself a fairly good person. I have this weekly review about my capabilities to be either good or evil — for various reasons. The current reason is that Derek Blackwell — with his millions or billions and ridiculous sports car and even more ridiculous mansion and town — used his seemingly unlimited influence to poke around into areas of my life that are outside our contract. A contract that is on pause — another thing he’s on my s**t list for — but apparently he wanted to make sure he’d be number one there too. How dare he? How f*****g dare he? The entitled, smug bastard. I’ve done a lot of questionable things over the years to ensure my mum has all she needs, including the best medical care, and I’ve rarely felt embarrassed by all my shenanigans. But this — De

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