Four Friends, One Business

[RapeU]

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Chapter 6 - The Sound of Silence

I didn’t tell Hannah.

That was the first thought to pop into my head when I woke up the next morning. I meant to tell her. I’d even planned to. But we’d gotten home late, exhausted and happy, and somewhere between taking off our shoes and falling into bed the opportunity had slipped sideways. When Amanda flashed through my head at exactly the wrong moment during intimacy, Hannah thought I meant the past. I let her think it.

Now the wedding was over, the morning light was creeping across the wall, and somehow I still hadn't told her. Hannah continued to sleep beside me, which told me how wound up I was. She was always up before me.

I let out a sigh and braced myself for what I would find on my phone. Amanda had sent heart emojis from different numbers for the last few days. I pulled the charger out of the phone and turned it over to look. There were a few of the usual notifications from games and Facebook, but as far as new messages there wasn’t anything.

I went to the restroom then to the kitchen to make coffee. My phone buzzed, and I felt a knot in my stomach form. But when I looked it was Aisha in the group chat.

Last night worked well. Should we do it again? I have a couple in mind for the next one.

I typed back: We can talk about it later today.

Aisha: Sounds like a plan.

Hannah emerged from the bedroom and poured herself some coffee about half an hour later. She studied me closely before speaking, “You’re up before me. Everything ok?”

For a moment I considered telling Hannah about the texts from Amanda, but then shrugged. “I just couldn’t sleep after that flashback.”

Hannah let out a sigh, “I hate that she can still do that.”

I nodded and glanced at my phone. Still no new creepy text. It would have been different if Amanda kept to the pattern and sent something by now. If I told Hannah, the morning would stop being about coffee and our success at planning a wedding and start being about Amanda. As alarming as the sundress text was, Amanda had stolen clothing from us in the past. It wasn't a stretch to think she’d simply picked two dress colors and gotten lucky.

***

Aisha arrived at eleven with two coffees and her laptop bag, and Zoe showed up eight minutes later carrying a box of pastries from the place on Clement Street. Hannah had put the dining table in order and the four of us settled into it naturally as if we’d been sitting around this table planning things our whole lives.

“So,” Aisha said, and opened her laptop. “I stand by my assessment last night. Nothing catastrophic happened and everyone was happy.”

“I cried,” Zoe said. “It was beautiful.”

“You cried three separate times,” Hannah said. “I counted.”

“The flowers at the end,” Zoe continued. “It was genuinely moving when Hope and Precious gave them the flowers.”

“Yeah,” I absently agreed. There was still no new text on my phone.

Zoe shot me a look.

“Sorry,” I said. “Had trouble sleeping last night.”

There was a small pause where all of them gave me a sympathetic look.

Aisha cleared her throat after a few moments. “Ok,” she said, “I have some good news. We had three hundred dollars left over from the budget. I already talked to Alex and Sums about it.”

“What did they say?” Hannah asked.

Aisha nodded, “I texted Sums and asked if we could keep the remainder for supplies. She said yes, told us to keep it, and called us all angels.” She smiled. “So, we have three hundred dollars.”

“We’re gonna be rich!” Zoe pumped a fist into the air.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Hannah said.

“We need a name,” Zoe said. “The Fantastic Four.”

Hannah sighed. “We’re not using a copyrighted superhero franchise name for our wedding business.”

“That’s asking for a lawsuit,” Aisha agreed.

I checked my phone. Still nothing from Amanda. Then I said, “Yeah that’s something I’d like to avoid.”

Hannah nodded and changed the topic. “So, Aisha you mentioned in the group chat you have another couple in mind?”

“My cousin Brian,” Aisha said. “He’s getting married at the end of June to Emily Davis. I’ve met her, and she’s genuinely great for him.”

Zoe murmured, “Why do I get the feeling there’s going to be a ‘but?’”

Aisha shot her a look then sighed. “Yeah, there’s a ‘but.’ The families don’t get along. There’s a nasty history with some of my family thinking Brian shouldn’t marry a gringo and some of Emily’s family thinking Brian should go back to Mexico.”

Zoe shook her head. “That almost makes me lose faith in humanity.”

“There’s more,” Aisha said.

“What?” Hannah asked.

Aisha hesitated. “Brian was involved in a scandal.”

Zoe groaned.

I let out a sigh.

Hannah opened her mouth.

“Wait,” Aisha said before Hannah spoke, “The scandal was a scheme by someone to get quick cash. Brian was innocent. Emily actually helped him prove it.”

Hannah relaxed. “So,” she said, “this is kind of like the Alex situation, except Brian is innocent.”

Aisha nodded, “Exactly. Some of Emily’s family think he’s guilty though.”

“So the wedding is going to require significant management,” Hannah said.

“Yes,” Aisha said. “I told Brian about what we were doing with Alex and Sums. He asked if we could do their wedding too. I told him I’d ask.”

Zoe let out a low whistle. “He’s family. If you say Brian is good, then it’s good enough for me.”

I nodded, “Family makes it harder to say no,” I said.

“Family makes it impossible to say no,” Aisha said. “But thankfully it’s not just me. If anyone wants to say no I and Brian would completely understand.”

There was a heavy silence that filled the room. It was a monumental ask. We would have to deal with racism, a short deadline again, and probably rumors from whatever scandal Brian got caught up in.

“Yes,” Zoe broke the silence first. “He’s your family.”

“Yes,” Hannah said. “I remember meeting Brian. He was nice.”

They looked at me.

“Yes,” I said. “Family is important.”

Aisha smiled “Thank you. Seriously. Brian will be excited when he hears the news.”

My phone buzzed. I looked at it, expecting the worst, but it was a text from Officer Richardson.

The FBI is now involved in your case. Turns out Mark has priors in two other states, and they’re treating Amanda as a potential accessory. I’ll forward you a contact number when I have it. Might be a few days.

I read it and typed back: Thank you. Can you help me with something? I think Amanda has been texting me from different numbers. She went quiet after yesterday and hasn’t texted since. Could you look into whether there’s a way to trace that?

Officer Richardson: I can try. With FBI involvement it gets complicated. Bureaucracy moves slow and I’m no longer the primary investigator. But I'll pass it along and flag it as ongoing contact. Sit tight.

Sit tight.

I put my phone face down. Zoe was sketching something in a notebook. Hannah stood next to her and mentioned something about font size. Aisha’s thumbs danced on her phone. The apartment was warm. The box of pastries was mostly gone.

I had told someone official. Officer Richardson knew about the texts and would pass the concern along. The FBI was involved. That had to count for something. I had done the right thing by telling the proper authorities. Amanda still hadn’t texted today. Maybe she moved on and was done with me.

I watched Hannah laugh at something Zoe had drawn on the notebook. I thought to myself I’ll tell her when there's something to tell. Amanda probably guessed about the sundress. Officer Richardson said she’d pass my message on to the FBI. If Amanda was really a problem, somebody would do something.

I picked up the last croissant and tore it in half. Zoe reached for the other half without asking, the way she always did, and I let her have it.

“Ok,” Aisha said. “We are meeting with Brian and Emily this Friday.”

And just like that, we were a business.
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Chapter 7 - First Real Clients

We got to the coffee shop fifteen minutes early, which nobody suggested and nobody questioned. We were more relaxed than we’d been the last time we sat here, but not relaxed enough to arrive exactly on time.

Zoe moved the little number stand to the edge then moved it back. Aisha had her laptop open with a planner on one side and phone on the other. She absently ran her fingers on the tabs. Hannah had her notes printed and ready to go. As she spread them in front of her, she found a typo, made a small sound of betrayal, and fixed it with her favorite pen. I wrapped both hands around my coffee cup and watched the door.

Aisha’s phone buzzed on the table. She glanced at it. “Clients are almost here,” she said.

“Potential clients,” Hannah said, straightening her pen next to her notepad. “We haven’t said yes yet.”

Aisha gave her a look. “They’re family,” she said. “Which means this was never going to be a normal consult.”

“So they're clients?” Zoe asked.

Aisha nodded. “Probably.”

“Knowing us,” I said, “we’re going to say yes. So, yeah they’re clients.”

Brian and Emily arrived right before two. He had the same dark hair as Aisha, only shorter, and was taller than her. Brian firmly shook each of our hands and looked me directly in the eyes. I liked him immediately.

Emily came in with him, red hair loose around her shoulders, dressed like someone who had never once apologized for taking up space. She took in the coffee shop in one quick, unhurried sweep.

“Nice place,” Emily said. “It’s very ‘we’re serious, but we won’t make you sign anything on the first date.’”

Brian nodded, “It’s nice in here.”

Emily poked Brian, “That's what I said.”

“Yes it is.” Brian smiled. I found myself smiling with him.

We got them settled, the extra chairs pulled in, coffees sorted. I watched Aisha hug Brian. Some cousins you keep up with because the family expects it while others because you want to. This was the second kind.

Hannah clicked her pen. “Ok,” she said. “Tell us about the wedding.”

“Well, how much time do you have?” Brian asked.

“This is all we have planned for today,” Aisha said.

Brian nodded, “That might be enough then.” He let out a short laugh.

Emily shook her head and pulled out her phone. “Don’t mind him, sometimes he thinks with something other than his head.”

Zoe snickered. Hannah and I shot each other an amused look. Aisha groaned, but with a subtle smile.

Emily said a moment after, “We want to get married on the last day of June or July 1st. Guest count somewhere between eighty and a hundred and fifteen, depending on whether Brian's aunt is speaking to his mother again by June, which...” She looked at Brian.

“It’s complicated,” he said.

“It’s a clusterfuck,” Emily said. Brian glanced at her and Emily just shrugged.

“It’s a big mess,” Brian amended.

Hannah cleared her throat. “We’ll get to family dynamics in a moment. Right now the most important part is the venue. Do you have a place in mind?”

“We’ve been looking at a few places,” Brian said.

“Briarwood Manor,” Aisha said.

Brian turned to look at her. “How did you know that?”

Aisha looked at him for a moment, then went back to her screen.

Emily looked between Aisha and Brian. “I like her.”

“You’ll like this too,” Zoe said, “Hannah and Wendy got married there. It was epic.”

Emily’s eyes sparkled. She looked at Brian. “So we’re in experienced hands.”

Hannah cleared her throat again. “Catering. Have you found someone?”

Brian nodded. “I think so. We just haven’t given them the deposit yet.”

“Mostly because,” Emily said, “we don’t truly know how many guests we’ll have.”

“That’s something we can work with,” Hannah said. “What about a florist?”

“Yes,” Brian nodded. “It’s an unusual but good florist.”

Emily added, “Yeah the flowers might start asking you to feed them.”

“Oh, oh! Like in that play,” Zoe waved both hands.

Hannah moved on. “What kind of ceremony did you have in mind?”

Emily looked at Hannah. “My family has a picture of things that have to be done a certain way. Traditions that everyone in the family does.”

Brian nodded. “My family also has their own traditions.”

“The important thing is what you want,” I said. “This is your wedding, not someone else’s.”

Zoe nodded. “Agreed. We can’t please everyone, but we can make it your day.”

Brian’s eyes widened. He looked at Aisha. “Grandma won’t like that.”

Aisha shrugged. “Grandma will be subtle instead of obvious.”

Hannah frowned. “What do you mean?”

Emily answered before Brian or Aisha could. “You know how some people make you feel watched? Like, not in a bad I’m-going-to-hurt-you way, just in a very...”

“Thorough way,” Brian said.

“I was going to say surveillance-camera way. Like a very judgmental security camera who also bakes and simultaneously judges your life choices.”

Hannah blinked.

Zoe made a sound that wasn't quite a word.

I pressed my lips together and was losing the battle with my own face.

Brian said, “She means well.”

Emily said, “She means exactly what she says. Which is sometimes the same as meaning well and sometimes isn’t. You can mean well and be destructive at the same time.”

The room went quiet for a second. Hannah recovered first and wrote something on her notepad.

“So the ceremony needs to be traditional with a little of ‘you’ mixed in.” I said.

“Something that doesn’t upset the security camera too much,” Emily added.

“But you have some flexibility,” Zoe said.

“Some,” Brian said, “The preacher we’ve been talking to has done a lot of these. He’s very good at reading a room.”

“He can get people so quiet you can hear a pin drop, or he can make them howl in laughter.” Emily said. “He’s very good.”

“Officiant was going to be my next question,” Hannah smiled. “Ok, now let’s go over family dynamics. First, is there anyone a security team will need to keep an eye on?”

Emily burst out laughing. “Honestly? Everyone related to Brian or me.”

“Even me?” Aisha asked.

“Maybe not you,” Emily said with an apologetic look.

“Sounds like we need a few people mingling and directing conversations to keep the peace,” I observed.

Hannah added, “With that in mind, who would most likely cause a scene assuming this works?”

Emily and Brian shared a look. Brian nodded at Emily to go first.

“My uncle Richard is…” she trailed off.

“He likes to stir the pot,” Brian said.

“He can be a dick like his nickname.” Emily nodded.

Zoe snickered.

Emily continued. “He’ll need to be…contained…with my side of the family.”

“Uncle containment,” Hannah repeated. “Anyone else?”

Brian nodded. “My aunt Judy needs to be in the back at both the wedding and reception. She likes to be able to see everyone without feeling like everyone’s watching her. Otherwise, she can be very…”

“Bitchy,” Emily finished for him.

“I was going to say ornery, but that works too.”

“Brian.” Emily looked at him with affection. “You can just say ‘bitch.’ Nobody cares.”

“I care,” Brian said, giving Emily a look.

“You got close that one time with the rental car...”

“I was tired.”

“You said fudge, Brian.”

“And I stand by it.”

Zoe raised her coffee cup in a mock toast and set it back down without a word. I had to bite the inside of my cheek, my shoulders going. I was trying to look professional. It was a losing battle.

“Reception can be done at the venue itself. Ours was perfect,” Hannah said.

“The toast will be interesting,” Brian said.

Emily gave him a questioning look. “How so?”

“Multiple people want to give a toast,” Brian explained.

“Zoe and Aisha gave a toast at our wedding. They were both nice,” I said.

“The first toast,” Brian clarified. “Emily’s dad and my dad both think they’re going first. They’ve both been working on them since the engagement party. Neither of them will be short.”

He didn’t sound worried. That was what made us all look at him. He sounded like someone who had already accepted the problem and was just waiting for the rest of us to catch up.

Emily looked at him. “How long have you known that?”

“A while.”

“You didn't tell me.”

“I didn’t want you to worry about it.”

I watched her take that in. Something moved across her face, not quite annoyance, not quite touched, somewhere between the two.

“I’m not worried, I’m...” She stopped. “We’ll fix it,” she said.

I thought it was cute how Brian tried to protect Emily. I wondered what Hannah and I looked like from the outside. Then I thought about Amanda’s last text again, the one I still hadn’t told Hannah about, and I put it back down and looked at my notes.

Hannah flipped to the last page of her notebook. “Ok,” she said. “Just a couple more things. Budget.”

Brian said, “I can send that now to Aisha.” He typed on his phone.

Aisha’s phone buzzed. “Got it,” she said. “Looks workable.”

“Good.” Hannah nodded. “End of June or first of July is ambitious, but we can do it. You will need to decide soon which exact date.”

“Understandable,” Brian said.

“And by soon,” Hannah said, “I mean when you sign the contract.”

Emily nodded, “We’ll talk about it after then choose.”

Hannah glanced down at her notes. “Is there anything we haven’t covered? Any specific person we should be worried about?”

“My dad maybe,” Emily said, “but he promised to behave this time.”

“He promised that for the engagement party,” Brian said.

“He did,” Emily said in a softer voice.

“Mostly,” Brian said.

“The engagement party,” Emily said, “wasn't that bad. Compared to Thanksgiving.”

“In fairness,” Aisha said, “Thanksgiving was a bit of a…culture shock.”

Brian put his hand over Emily’s. Not a big gesture. Just his hand on hers, on the table. Emily looked up and smiled at us. Her eyes didn’t quite match her smile. Not in a fake way. More like the smile was real, but tired had gotten there first.

“We'll be fine,” Emily said.

Hannah asked, “Should we go to the apartment and talk about it like the last one?”

I shook my head, “I don’t need to. I like them.”

Zoe said, “I’m in.”

Aisha shrugged. “I would have helped Brian and Emily even if the rest of you decided not to.”

Hannah smiled. “That makes it unanimous.”

Brian let out a breath, small but visible. “Thank you.”

Aisha smiled. “I’ll send the contract tonight.”

Emily squeezed Brian’s hand. “See? Great first date.”

I really liked these two people. And I already knew this wedding was going to be complicated. Both of those things were just sitting there. Neither one was going anywhere.
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Chapter 8 - Threat Matrix

When I woke up the next morning, I found Hannah had converted the dining room table into a command center. I felt a sense of déjà vu from when she did it for our own wedding. When Aisha arrived at the apartment, she took one look at the table and asked Hannah, “You were up all night, huh?”

Hannah shook her head. “I got some sleep.”

“How much?”

Hannah evaded the question by offering Aisha coffee. Aisha looked at me when Hannah wasn’t looking, and I shrugged. Hannah knew how to crawl out of bed without waking me up.

Zoe arrived shortly after. She let out a low whistle. “Hannah takes the early bird catches the worm to the next level.”

“Worms,” I said, “because we all know Hannah wouldn’t stop at catching one.”

Hannah let out a snort. Aisha had a faint smile.

We settled in around the table. A printed copy of the signed contract sat in the middle like an affidavit. We all had a copy of the signed document online, but Hannah always liked to have a physical copy. Next to the contract was a packet for each of us.

Hannah had told me before I went to bed that she was putting together a planning packet. What I couldn’t have fully anticipated was its scope. She organized it in sections. The sections all started off normally with practical things like a timeline, budget framework, vendor contacts, and preliminary outreach. Then there was a section labeled Guest and Environment Risk Management.

When Aisha got to that section, she looked at Hannah. “You made a threat matrix for my family.”

“I made a risk-management document so we can anticipate potential issues.”

Zoe leaned over to look. “In Hannah's defense,” she said, “this is the prettiest threat matrix I’ve ever seen.”

“You labeled my aunt a ‘High-Risk Guest,’” Aisha said, her voice very even. “This isn’t a corporate retreat, Hannah. These are people.”

“The labels are internal. We’re the only ones who will see them.” Hannah’s voice hardened. “They’re organizational tools to protect Brian and Emily. If the words are the problem, we can change them.”

“I’d be flattered if I was considered a high risk guest at a wedding,” Zoe said.

“The words aren’t the problem,” Aisha said, ignoring Zoe’s comment. “The problem is they’re people, not just categories.”

Hannah looked from the document to Aisha, her jaw tight. “It’s meant to be protective and organizational.”

“I know what it’s meant to be,” Aisha said. “I’m just telling you what it feels like.”

There was a pause.

“Aisha,” Hannah said. “There’s no harm meant by this.”

“I know,” Aisha said, her voice softening just enough to be a concession. “I know what you meant.”

I thought for a moment. “What if we changed it to Operation Family Reunification?” I suggested. “Everyone’s a ‘Valuable Guest,’ with one or two people they shouldn’t be seated near.”

Zoe snapped her fingers. “I like that. Make it like a sports team roster. Nobody’s the problem, just some are… specialized players.”

Hannah’s eyes flicked to mine, then she wrote something at the top of her own packet.

Aisha sighed. “I just don’t want them to feel like walking liabilities,” she said, holding the packet loosely, as if it might go off in her hand.

“They’re not,” I said. “They’re people who make everything more interesting.”

“And they’re your people,” Zoe added, “which makes them at least partly our people, too.”

Aisha cringed. “Don’t say it like that around my family. They might take it the wrong way.”

Zoe nodded and looked like she was going to say something but thought better of it.

Hannah cleared her throat. “Operation Family Reunification it is.”

Aisha let out a sigh, “Yeah, that’s better. I still hate that we need it.”

“I don’t like it either,” Hannah admitted. “Unless anyone has another idea we’ll go with the proactive measures.”

I wrote something down in my notepad that was not a word, just a line, because I had already said my part and didn’t know what else would help. Zoe and Aisha were quiet.

“Ok then,” Hannah said. “Let’s start with Aisha’s family. Aisha, what can you tell us?”

“Brian and I come from a large Tejano family. Our ancestors lived in Texas before it was Texas. So there are a lot of cousins, aunts, and uncles.”

She paused for a moment.

“My uncle Pablo and my cousin Jose are into genealogy, and they sometimes argue about whether we have Indigenous ancestry going back before the Spanish arrived.”

“So, separate them?” Hannah asked.

Aisha shook her head. “No, that’s one of the few good arguments. They may argue, but they both care about accuracy. Keep them together, and they can be entertained by each other for hours.”

“Sounds like me and Wendy,” Zoe said.

“Or Aisha and Hannah,” I agreed.

“But,” Aisha said, “Pablo doesn’t like Jose’s mom Myra. He thinks every time Myra looks at him, she gives him ojo.”

I blinked. “What’s that?”

“The evil eye,” Hannah answered. When we all looked at her, she shrugged, “Aisha’s mom mentioned it once.”

Aisha nodded. “So keeping those two apart will be a challenge.”

Hannah wrote it all in the margins of the document.

Aisha gave details about another family member who didn’t get along. She gave brief information about Emily’s family and who she thought might say the wrong things. “Though Emily probably knows her side better than I do,” she admitted.

Hannah nodded. “I’ve already planned on asking Emily. Is there anything else we need to know?”

Aisha thought for a moment. She opened her mouth then closed it. Her eyes dropped briefly to the table, and when she looked up again, her expression was inscrutable.

Aisha said, “I’ll send you notes later on the rest. There’s some history I want to think through before it’s written down.”

Hannah’s pen froze over her paper. “Is the history relevant to seating or to the day itself?”

“Both, maybe,” Aisha said. “I just want to think about the best way to frame it.”

“If it’s relevant, we should probably have it sooner than later,” Hannah said.

“I’ll send it by Tuesday.” Aisha nodded.

Aisha wasn’t technically wrong by waiting to tell us. But we all knew Hannah. Waiting for information bothers her. Aisha made a call about what to hand over and when, and Hannah had not been included in that call. I knew that also bothered her. Hannah didn’t say anything. She made a note on her packet and moved on.

Zoe spoke next. “Can we talk about the wedding?” she asked, her tone leaving no room for discussion. It was a redirection.

Hannah looked at her. “We are talking about the wedding.”

“I mean the wedding itself.” Zoe opened her sketchbook. She had a few photos she'd printed small and taped to the pages. “What should Emily and Brian’s wedding feel like? What is their dream wedding?”

“We can get that information at the next client meeting,” Hannah said.

“Or I could text Emily right now and ask her, it would take two minutes.”

“We should be strategic about when we contact clients,” Hannah said. “Too many touchpoints creates noise.”

Zoe looked at her sketchbook. Closed it halfway. Then opened it again. “I’m not creating noise. I’m trying to understand who they are before we plan their whole day.”

“We know who they are,” Hannah said. “We met them.”

“I know who they are,” Zoe said. “I don't know what they love.”

Hannah said, “That's a phase two priority. Right now we're still in logistics.”

“Sure, ok,” Zoe said, in a voice that meant she was choosing to let it go. I watched her put the sketchbook to the side. Not closed, just angled away. She picked up her pen and started writing something in the margin of her copy of the packet.

My phone buzzed. I felt a brief moment of anxiety. Then I mentally slapped myself. Amanda hadn’t texted since the sundress text. Why would it be Amanda now? Sure enough, when I looked at the message it was wedding related. Somebody’s catering coordinator responding to an inquiry I’d sent earlier. I read the message, then forwarded it to the group chat for Hannah to inevitably schedule around later.

Aisha’s phone lit up twice. Once with my group text, then again shortly after. She glanced at whatever the second notification was, turned it face down, and went back to the document. I recognized the move. I decided not to say anything. She was handling it, or she was choosing not to handle it right now. From where I was sitting, those two things looked the same.

The meeting ended with the skeleton of a wedding plan. The plan was actually good. We had a clear timeline, divided responsibilities, a soft deadline for the venue contract, a list of vendors to contact, and a follow-up client meeting scheduled. Hannah’s renamed risk document was genuinely useful. Aisha added several notes to the family section. Zoe had her list of questions for Emily, approved by Hannah to be sent by email, “warmly but with purpose,” as Hannah had put it.

We were still a team. I believed that. I looked at all three of them. Hannah stacked her papers, Zoe read her question list silently, her mouth moving as she did so. Aisha typed something on her laptop.

Nobody had raised their voice. Nobody had walked out. But the room felt different from how it had when we started. We were all still in it, but the afternoon had a different weight than the morning had. We had a good plan. I knew that. I just wasn’t sure why making one had left the room so quiet.
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So there is now friction and strain creeping between the friends. You know the expression that doing business with friends ir family is an equally bad idea v