A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL

AT THE PRISON.

"Who was that young man? He looks so suspicious; why was he hiding his face?" Jordan asked Brandon curiously. Brandon left his seat beside Jordan and went to his bed without saying a word.

"I get it; you don’t want to talk about it in private, huh?" Jordan asked. He joined Brandon in sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Why are you here?" Brandon asked coldly. "You gave me an offer then; I’ll take it," he replied, grinning. "It’s gone; someone else took the offer," Brandon responded absently, coppering his body with the cover cloth.

"Is it Major Bautista?"

"No, do you mean to say anything else? I thought you were here to tell me how you failed to keep Hailey in locks; it was so easy, but it slipped off your fingers. I brought her to you this time," Brandon asked icily.

"Sit-up" "Come down," Jordan requested. Brandon grudgingly came down from the bed and returned to the table with Jordan.

"I got suspended today; I’m sorry for not trusting you from the star
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