THE BALLERINA SECRET LOVE
Part 130's. Fontainebleau Miami Resort 5
"So now how are you guys connected."
"I refused to see him again but he insisted that our relationship was not broken. I have to decide on Chantal. If I don't decide on Chantal until the end of this month, he'll be looking for me." The story went well. I listened and then sat quietly thinking.
"Love you know you're being threatened like this."
"No. He only knew I had a relationship with Dawkins but didn't know about the threats they were giving him, if he knew he might leave me."
"Maybe because he's given you so much he wants you to live with him." Those words didn't help but aggravate the problem but that's okay because it was my goal.
"So you're saying I should accompany her until she dies, maybe another 20 years?!" His tone immediately rose and glared at me hearing me speak.
"Well, you said yourself a saint, yes I mean some kind of sacred hypocrite, you've even been considered a family to him, even you've been given a lot of things. Maybe he considers you family forever. Yeah or maybe until he's satisfied with you..." I shrugged my shoulders in front of him, I revealed what I was thinking.
"S*hit..." Now that he swore, hearing what I said might have a point, too.
"What should I do now." He was worried and worried about what he should do.
"Hmm. I guess if you want them to not stick to you anymore, save the money you've collected and ruin your life you can make them news. It's the only way. If it's money already in your name by law there's no way they can take it anymore." I think now's a good time to give him an idea.
"So you're saying I should tell the reporters this?"
"That's what you think..."
"Obviously so I think. I don't think it's appropriate for them to ask for money you've been loyal for 7 years, that's the price they have to pay for the time and secrets you hold, as high as someone's position, that's the price they have to pay, moreover, a saintly conservative pretender like your dark lover is as big as he has to pay. You don't fear you can fight it." Jack Graham was troubled by my words. I'm sure I've managed to influence him.
"So now I have to find a political journalist and tell him my story?"
"Yes, that's what you have to do to get away from people like that." He seemed to agree, I just had to push a little more.
"I have to go where, I don't have that kind of acquaintance." He agreed, I'll just give you the recommendations I have. Task done!
"Ahh if it's my mom working for the NY Times, she'll know someone. I'll ask for you. I'll give her your phone. You're comfortable so..."
"Yes okay. It's my number." I didn't think it would be over in one conversation.
It seemed that her fear of having to lose her money and she had to be stuck in a relationship with an old woman was enough to make her directly agree to my proposal.
"I succeeded!" I called Carla.