DB took a deep breath and held it. He let It out slowly. He could do it. It would be the ultimate high. He’d need to move the paintings to a more secure location. DB shifted his eyes to the left, activating a menu.
Contacts > Ms. Latam.
Darling, he cooed. You look positivity radiant.
She smiled at him. “DB, you look handsome as ever. Did you see Misti Davenhert last night? Her latest beau. He is the worst.”
DB quickly brought up the twitter feed of Misti Davenhert or Miz to her friend’s feed. She had spent the night dancing away with her latest fling. He was at least 30 years her junior. At a third rate club.
“No. How could she?” He let Ms. Latam talk, because she was all about who was back stabbing who.
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