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Confrontation and Contemplation
CHARLOTTE In the middle of the hallway stood men hammering the walls. I looked on in terror as my head throbbed from the noise. A draft blew into the room, and my eyes watered as I sneezed. When my vision cleared, I saw a woman standing in the middle of the room. I broke into a grin as we locked gazes. “Elena La Guerta...” I muttered. “You’ve heard of me,” she sneered and she walked towards me through the rubble that had been created. “Who hasn’t? Why are you here? And who are these people breaking my walls?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest. If this was her idea of a first impression, she was doing a wonderful job of pissing me off. With a mocking face, she uttered. “You call it yours, but it belongs to the Thuthais. It’s Rogerio’s house.” I swallowed at the mention of his na
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