'Curse my damn luck!' he cursed; 'I just had to walk into trouble didn't I?'
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Doubling back a few hours before all that, Selina sat in her office- staring at the letter before her. It was unopened. But on the back, encased in cold red wax, was the official stamp of the Russell family.
Dressed in white as always, she leaned forward across the desk and stretched out her hand across the white desk to pick up the letter.
Under the shadows of her thick brows, the confident look in her eyes shimmered slightly as she winced in pain- feeling the sharp jut in her lower abdomen as it pulled, and twisted inside of her. On the pale white skin of her cheeks, patches of red bloomed as she bounced her knees under the table- trying to numb out the pain.
'Get it together. . .' she chanted; 'It's only pain. . .it doesn't define you. . .'
