|7| Sleepwalking

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"So the marriage preparations are in full swing?" Frankie couldn't believe his ears. He had never eavesdropped in his entire life, but if this was the case, then he knew there was nothing else he could do. Just then the wide doors opened, letting out the good old annoying b***h of a Mrs. Fancy who was now grinning at her victory of winning over his boss. Frankie said nothing, but respectfully bow as he made his way inside the room. Swirling around, he shut the doors and stared at Jacob. Jacob, if I must say, is to Mrs. Fancy as to how Frankie is to Tony, though we can assume he isn't as frightened as Frankie is to dealing with his master.  "Jacob, what the f**k did I just hear?!" He shrugged and turned around to pick a liquor bottle from the shelf. Taking out two glasses, he began to p

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