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about his mother. He hoped nothing bad happened to her. It always been him and her against the world, and if something did happen he wouldn’t know what to do. He felt a dark cloud formed above him and there was no shelter in sight.

The car came to a complete stop in front of a skyscraper. The two men vacated the vehicle and helped Dorian onto the sidewalk. They escorted him through the double doors that the building’s doorman held out for them.

The first man looked over to the receptionist at the registration desk. “Dorian Gray for George Lord.” The man announced to her.

The receptionist glanced at the sign-in sheet and found the name. “Ah, right here. He has been expecting you, gentlemen. You just need to sign here.”

“I’ll sign for all of us,” The first man replied, taking the clipboard from her, signed their names on the form, and brought it back to her.

The receptionist looked at the signature and gave them a small smile. “All right, you’re good to go. Thank you.”

The two men nodded in unison and brought Dorian to the elevator and his next stop was the Lords’ penthouse—his new home.

The smell of fresh-baked cookies wafted from all the way in the kitchen and seeped through the doorway and wrapped the tempting fingers of their aroma around Dorian. For a moment he was sorely tempted to abandon his vigil, but he

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