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The glimpse
Maximo's POV. "Boss, let me help you to drop you off at your room," Romeo offered when he came to drop me off at my house. I was sitting in a bar, drowning my sorrows in alcohol until late at night. Carter tried to stop me from drinking as I already had enough and was totally wasted myself. However, when I scolded and told him to fück off, he stepped back and let me do what I wanted. When I did not listen to Carter, he called Romeo for help. Romeo persuaded me as he knew how to convince me. After all, he was my right hand for a reason. "Do you think I can not walk to my room?" I scowled. "No, boss. I am not saying that. I was just offering my help. But, boss, we are all worried about you. You have to compose yourself. You are strong enough to fight any pain. We are hopeful and stil
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