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Then again, she didn’t want to turn into him. She loved what she did for a living, but it wasn’t an all-consuming feeling. The only one she cared about that much was Wayne.
Maybe she could learn how to not be so dependent on him. Was she dependent on him? She didn’t think so. It was normal she felt like this since she saw him so little.
Sarah Orloff was Wayne’s personal assistant. She practically ran his life; she scheduled all the meetings, booked all the flights when he had to travel for work, and even made sure he ate properly. She was his work wife, they often joked.
To her, he was the definition of perfection. Tall and handsome, with light brown hair, a boater’s tan, and blue eyes.
He would forget his own head on his shoulders if he didn’t have someone reminding him it was there, she joked to herself, so she wanted to make sure he had all the essentials, but once she reached for his backpack, he shooed her away. “I want to make sure you packed everything.” “And I want to make sure you don’t find your present, so step away from the backpack,” he said playfully.
Once that was settled,
Settled? What the heck are you writing?.. 😡🤬🧐
Because she really didn’t understand how he was there one moment only to vanish without a trace the next. I didn’t hear him fall. She was sure of that.
The main search party was led by a female park ranger named Martha Ludwig.
Once she returned outside, she found Dave sitting in one of the chairs, carving a piece of wood. She noticed he did that, carved small figurines of animals,
She knew she had to pull herself together and go to Wayne’s family to inform them of what had happened. However, all her instincts told her to return to that mountain and search for him herself.
“Shut up, Michael.” Chelsea had decided to stand up for her as well. “You are acting like an asshole at your brother’s funeral.” “This isn’t a funeral, Chelsea, we only have a tooth, so this is a joke. Where is my brother?” He started to shout at the top of his lungs. “Tell me, Leona, where is he? What animal’s shit do I need to search to find what’s left of him?”
Like Father Jude said in his sermon once, Sometimes God closes a door, but he makes sure to open a window.
😶😶🤐🙆🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️Again,what are your writing?..
Do you really thimk you have an uplifting tone?..
Leona had some tea instead. As she drank and sighed happily, Chelsea looked her up and down.
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Chelsea nodded at that, putting her cup down on the table. “I know. I could hear Michael arguing with his lawyer over the phone.” Why? she thought. Leona looked at her questioningly. The other woman sighed.
Like???🤐😶🧐🙆🏻♀️🙆🏻♀️ What OTHER WOMAN??..
Because he wanted to get all of Wayne’s money. I don’t think so.
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On the other hand, she was genuinely touched by the behavior of some of her old friends. During this hard time, they all gathered around her as she grieved, creating some sort of protective bubble around her, and that literally knocked her off her feet.
“You, Dylan, and Tracy?” “Amanda and Morgan too.” They called themselves the majestic five, although Leona had no idea how they had come up with that, or why.
She turned to see a man drinking a cup of coffee, leaning against the wall. “Detective Wilde?” He nodded. It was hard for her to remain straight-faced since she didn’t expect a detective to be that handsome.
“Was Wayne a skilled climber? Or hiker, I don’t know the correct terms,” Detective Wilde corrected himself.
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“And the search party was gathered?” It wasn’t really a question, but Leona treated it as such.
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Chelsea practically jumped for joy in her seat. “Thank you, thank you. You’ll see. This will work.” “When should I come?” “Tomorrow, around seven.” “Should I bring anything?” Some tranquilizers for Michael? God knew she had enough to spare.
What to wear? Without actually making a conscious decision about it, she took one of Wayne’s sweatshirts although it was too big on her and paired it with old, black jeans.
Reaching the living room, she recoiled. The big family room was messy. There were possible signs of some kind of a struggle or a fight. A table was overturned, and glass was shattered on the floor.
Leona was no idiot;
Maybe not leona,but you are idiot...how many times do you have to repeat same sentences over and over again?
No, no, no, no, no, not again. Michael’s dead eyes were staring at her, blaming her for not saving him.
Now michael wanted to be saved? Are you sure you are writing this sober?🤬
I don’t know how to use one, for crying out loud,”
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“Mrs. Clarice Moon.” Bingo. Leona figured as much herself. “Do you know her?” Detective Wilde asked. “I know of her,” Leona hedged. “Wayne once told me she was this older-than-the-Bible widow who lived next door his whole life, the nosy type of person who liked to know everything, even things that were not her business.”
“Please don’t take offense, but you are a horrible judge of character.” “What?” she said, shocked by what he said.
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“What do you mean?” He looked confused, so she tried to explain.
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Still, she still understood what he meant.
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she was the idiot who had refused to listen.
I don't know. Just a moment ago u said "Leona was no idiot"
Idiot.
Oh,and another one
As Jeremy said, sometimes people did bad things.
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Leona was amazed this man looked so good based on the amount of food he was able to consume.
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“Can’t you buy the things you need?” he challenged. She smiled humorlessly. “Wanna go shopping with me? I need everything from underwear to women’s products, to clothes, maybe even shoes. It could take us all day.”
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