MELISSA
“Nicho!” I called out, rushing downstairs.
He didn’t reply at first, but then he popped his head out of the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” He asked. I noticed he had a can of drink in his hands.
“You need to see this,” I responded, waving what I found his way,
Nicho stepped closer. He was twirling the soda can in his fingers, and a hard-to-crack look took over his face.
“This….” He dragged, and then his eyes grew.
“A business proposal, " he said, his expression softening. “I don’t see how this is a big deal, Missy.”
“Don’t you get it?” I asked.
“Get what?” Nicho said. “This is just a business proposal. It holds no meaning. So Dad was sent a business proposal from
their company, so he knew them. That literally explains why you got married to Damien. It was stated in the…”
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