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Ghost from the Past
FORREST
IT WAS gut-wrenching, terrifying shit to face him today—the person I feared for years, François Xavier. In a few minutes, I would be standing in front of him—face to face—eye to eye.
I knew for a fact that people feared him, followed him like a goddamn god, and I was nothing, no one to him, to anyone. I was just an insignificant businessman, nothing more. The thing that feared me the most was if I could walk out of here alive after this most anticipated meeting.
The five-star hotel lobby was busy as always. These people were not aware that a dangerous person on the planet was just staying above their heads.
I scanned around as I entered with nerves buzzing through me. This whole situation wracked every bone in my body and made me think it was worth my efforts. I hope it is.
I kept reminding myself why I was doing this, even though it didn’t help a tiny bit. I remembered someone said that a day would come th
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