Chapter Seven- Alec Whittaker, Journalist

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“Do you know about their relationship? Prior to me?” I asked the moment the elevator doors came to a close as he would push out his lips as if he didn’t want me to learn the truth between them as he let out a breath. “I think I might need a drink for that one…” He explained as I nodded, not in agreement to drink as I didn’t have a palette for alcohol and would actually become sick at the taste or smell of it. But if it would allow me an answer to what Warren wanted to keep me in the dark on, I was all for suffering through it to learn anything that could help me survive this next year-or even find terms to negotiate an earlier release. “There’s a bar we can walk to from here…” He motioned into the direction of the main strip as I nodded, following his lead, as we were unable to speak d

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