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Don’t talk to me

Don’t talk to me

Do not even fucking think of talking to me

“Sorry for all the crying…”

Fuck me

“It’s alright, don’t care either way,” I stated and grabbed my lipstick

“This city!” She inhaled sharply her fist clenching at her sides until she finally smacked the black counters “Why is everyone here so cold? I don’t get it? I’ve been here a month and everyone is just horrible and ative people on the planet decided to o and live!”

“Then leave,” I said cal her

“What?”

“Pack your shit Get on the next bus to nowhere-I-don’t-give fuck-vile and stay there instead of bitching to people who do not know you, nor would like to in five-star hotel bathroos back on, dropped my lipstick into my clutch and turned to leave before she further ruined my mood

I“If the o, what does that say about yourself? If you can’t make here, that is no one else’s fault but your own”

She stood there like a statue frozen in her own hypocrisy

“Ma’am?” Huston Murphy,back over —”

“I’overnors, and you don’t need to hover, especially in one-on-one situations” I said It was times like this that I wished I still had Fedel and Monte beside overnor, everyone on my staff needed to be squeaky clean to the point of annoyance

Like all American boy Huston Murphy, 31, a decorated Marine, and recipient of the Medal of Honor, born and raised in Chicago, black hair, blue eyes, 6’1 and a half He was also voted h school—queue eye roll No arrests, no tickets, just a few unpaid student loans When his file cao, I wanted to shred it Anyone with that clean of a record had some secret I didn’t trust him with my shoes, let alone my life However, Mina insisted