Jerome was sweating again. He was thankful the lights were down. That gave him time to close his eyes and pretend he wasn’t in the room. If he could’ve, he would’ve snuck out during the useless show. But everyone had seen him. And to make matters worse, several people said they wanted to talk to him before he left. He was trapped. He wiped his sore hands on the cloth napkin and tried to clear his mind so he could focus. The wheels had already been set in motion. What was done was done, and there was nothing he could do to change it. There were only two things that brought a smile to his face: Tonya being dead and the hot new pair of Manolo’s in his closet.
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