Anna Wale

Moses and Pete stood outside the Umbrella International Bank as Anna Wale and her caravan of cars pulled up outside the building.

“This is exciting, isn't it?” Pete nudged Moses by his side. “You'd be seeing the blonde goddess in person.”

Moses chuckled. “Don't tell me this is the first time you're seeing her? I heard she goes to a lot of parties and event.”

“I don't frequent those kinds of high-end parties,” Pete adjusted his tie. “Besides, Anna Wale is way out of my league.”

Two beefy bodyguards came over to the rear door and helped Anna Wale out of her Bentley.

Moses had only seen Anna in movies. She was just as beautiful as she was on-screen.

They call her the Blonde goddess.

This was Moses' first meeting with her.

“Anna Wale,” Moses greeted her, stretching out his hand. “Thank you for making out your time to show up here.”

Anna Wale refused to shake Moses' hand. “I don't have all day. Let's get this over with.”

Moses lowered his hand. This was their first meeting,

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