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Driving through the pristine gates of the house, I must say I was shocked. If I thought my house was something, the house we are pulling up to right now is out of this world. It's massive. Bigger than mine.
It's clean white walls gave it a modern and wealthy vibe. The grass surrounding it was the greenest I've ever seen even in autumn. How they did that, I'll never know. The lights illuminating the side made it look welcoming.
I wonder if he bought it just to flaunt it off like my father. Most rich business men do that.
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Damn it's clear Mr Rose is a wealthy man. To have a house like this, you'd need to be. Does he have any kids or servants? A man can't live in a massive house like this all by himself ,can he? It would frankly be too lonely in my opinion.
"Okay Carlos. You have to be on your best behaviour and please don't fuck this up. Mr Rose and Mr White are very important friends and clients."
My father pestered before getting out the sleek black rolls Royce. He drove it himself as he didn't really trust anyone else after and accident 4 years ago with my mother and I
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I've heard him say this speak to me about 6 different times on the way here. It's like they expect me to somehow accidentally set the house on fire or kill someone. I k ow for a fact I'm not that stupid.
