chapter fifty six
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It was just half past six when victor and I started to pack up for dinner. Business was unusually slow today . It was the wekeend in Manhattan and everyone was at their favourite water hole. I don't seem concerned at first . victor was though. We hadn't had a customer in more than an hour and I didn't think someone else was coming. I hoped Archers idea for social media marketing was a good idea to be able to attract the locals of Manhattan to our store but it seemed like it was proving to somewhat be a deadend.
Victor and I took separate ends of the dining table and started wiping them.
"What do you think he wants to talk to you about?"
"I don't know" I said as I scrubbed a particular stubborn syrup stain that was on the table.
"I bet he wants to marry that woman."
I stopped scrubbing for a moment. "There's no way he would ask her for that. I don't think that's the case if we are being honest with each other."
"He's an honorable man, I don't think that's how he goes about his business"
He wouldn't date that gold digger. It was one thing to date the skank, but going ahead to marry her is another thing.
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