Through my assistant, I’d hired Charlotte to “force” Blake out. It was a little scary that she hadn’t even asked questions like why…but debt and drug dealers breathing down your neck could do that to you. She was supposed to be channeling her inner wrecking ball, creating enough destruction for Blake to want to move out…immediately. I could have burned down the whole building or had it condemned, but there was a cute gray haired lady who lived across from Blake. And I just couldn’t do that to her. I was a simp for grandmas. Or at least I wasn’t going to attempt one of those until this didn’t
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