Uprising
" mom" he ran up to me happily.
I embraced him with pure joy.
" Damien"
He explained to me about the meetings he had been a while since he and I saw eye to eye.
All I could see was Marcus.
The precious recalls of the first time he and I made our son .
Brad cleared his throat.
"Let me have a word with Brad then we can talk more on the projects"
He nodded .
He is indeed fated for superiority.
I smiled proudly as he left .
" How was your trip?" Brad inquired .
" it went well, am glad Devon agreed to hand over the land to me . He's lucky things didn't get nastier than they already were. The children were already making their manifestation. More remains are still being exhumed "
" I saw on the news , the vice president's plane blew up right infront of the screen"
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