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I looked at my phone. My backup was here. A moment later, the door was kicked open
again, and a group of big guys in suits came in. Some went right to the greasy guy, kicked him, and he fell, crying out in pain. It was like watching a pig waiting to be slaughtered.
Patricia grabbed Tiffany and hid in the corner. “Who are you people, thugs? This is broad daylight, you can’t do this!”
“Oh, these are my family!” I said. “I told you, I
have a mental health issue! They’re here so I
don’t hurt anyone, isn’t that right? This whole
thing is terrifying, if I get a panic attack and
hurt someone, wouldn’t that be bad?” I kicked
the greasy guy a couple of more times
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thing is terrifying, if I get a panic attack and
hurt someone, wouldn’t that be bad?” I kicked the greasy guy a couple of more times.
Then his phone rang. It was clear he was begging someone on the other end of the line. “Mr. Yang! Please, let me explain. The deal can’t be off! Mr. Yang…”
“Honey, what’s going on?”
“Bang!”
“You did this! I spent so much time and effort
on the deal with Baker Enterprises, now it’s
all gone.
“You ruined my business! Why did you blame
me?”
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me?”
“It’s your fault! You were saying trash to
people you shouldn’t have! You always have to be so mouthy!”
“Who did I make mad?”
