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Miguel: Thirst For Power
The black SUV hummed down along the road. It soaked up the brilliant lights of the street lamps, washed by the multicolored lights coming from buildings nearby. The tyres, sleek, rolled in style, progressing the people in the vehicle to their destination. The occupants were two in number. And of the two of them, Miguel sat, his head against the car window. He had a two piece black suit on. His curly hair, styled and pressed down to his head. A smirk on his face while a frown plastered over his forehead. He sighed, soaking in air as he watched the driver of the SUV. It was Simon. Simon was his most trusted in the group he had. And of the lot of them, he was the one with whom he enjoyed doing things with. In the sense that he could trust him with even personal things. Being in charge
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