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Cars, trucks and bikes ebb and flow like on the street behind us. They blare their horns like it's a competition.
Elle and I stood before my dad's building whose walls were made of mirrors, and I clearly saw my girly self in it. Only myself. Elle, a ghost, was absent in the mirror.
She stood beside me, intentionally ignoring my question. She was busy getting awestruck at the sight of the skyscraper's sheer monstrosity.
“You’re..." she said. "You know, like a second generation millionaire or something. Like in the movies. I still can’t believe I’m in this situation with someone this rich." She turns to face me. “About seeing your sister, I have a plan. First, you will try not be seen."
“Why?"
"I thought it was a surprise visit? We're meant to drop in on her like a... bomb."
I sigh
