In astonishment, I raised my eyes. I mean, how could it be? Why did I meet him here?
"Donald? "Why are you here?"
I saw his story on TV as I walked out in the morning. He was still in the middle of an interview at the time.
"Come with me." He took my hand in his and returned to the sidewalk.
I followed him to a secure location. On the side of the road, I noticed a luxurious RV parked. IRA sat in the driver's seat and gave me a friendly nod. "You and IRA come out to do business?" I asked gently, looking at Donald.
"I'm here to collect debts," says the man.
"Debt collection?"
"Someone did something wrong to me last night while she had a fever," Donald stated without changing his expression. "I've brought all the proof with me."
With that, he drew his collar down, revealing a series o
