When he had explained his plan to help me as simply as he could, I looked away from Ambrose and down at the table. He was awaiting a response from me but I hadn't yet thought about his proposition. A minute ago, I was content with the idea of what my life would be like if I had all the assistance that he promised me. Then again, Ambrose was still the same man who had proposed to me the first time I had met him. He had sent expensive gifts to me after he used unknown means to discover my address on both accounts.
His offer may have been tempting but conflicting thoughts arose when it came to me deciding on whether or not I could trust him. I stood up and dismissed myself to the kitchen where I turned on the kettle. He sat back on the couch and turned on the TV to watch whatever was on. Whi
