It was a stormy afternoon when a sleek black Lamborghini Aventador pulled up before the steps of the entrance of the Imperial Hotel. Moses ran towards the automobile with an umbrella carried above his head. He opened the front door while he held the umbrella over. With a stiff bow, he greeted. “Welcome to the Imperial Hotel, Master Dave.” Dave stepped out of the car, a big sunglasses resting on his head. “Well, well, well, if it isn't my worthless brother-in-law," he said as he removed his glasses. Moses hung his head. “How may I be of service to you, Master Dave?” “Lucky for you, I don't have any luggage, but I'm here with my girlfriend,” Dave replied. “If you let one drop of rain touch her, I'll kill you.” “I won't let her get wet, Master Dave,” Moses said. “Baby, who is that?” A female voice asked from the passenger's seat. “Oh, this shithead is Moses,” Dave answered. “He's the pathetic live-in-son-in-law that's married to my cousin.” The girl wrinkled her nose whe
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