31: Good Ol' Pal

1952 Words

Kiara's POV: Gusts of misty autumn air continued slogging my face with it's extreme force as my SUV rushed throughout the busy NY roads. Honks of the cars could be heard, along with occasional yelling- but I didn't care. My jaw tightened as my thoughts ran wild. Wild and ferocious. Did some dumbfuck think that they could march in here and slap some false allegation and a goddamn law suit over my face? Well think again. I was Kiara Senoire Haron. I could play real dirty. Scratch that. I played dirty when it was needed. I laughed loudly, my thoughts thinking their thoughts. Lemme guess what they thought. Some girl of Haron Corporation....... She's a girl, must be dumb..... Young and dumb...... But what these boys didn't know that I had experienced a lot more than these suckers

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