36. Moving on already
Author: Beautypete
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Chapter Thirty-Six: Moving On already.

Chris was deep in thought, reviewing some paperwork in his office, when his secretary, Laura, knocked on the door and stepped inside.

"Mr. Brown, you have a meeting scheduled with the manager at BMW in an hour. They're going to be sponsors for the new show Loreta is starring in,"

Laura reminded him, holding a neatly organized folder.

Chris nodded, a slight smile on his face. "Thank you, Laura. That reminds me, I need to buy a new car.”

“The distance from my new place to the company is too far to be taking taxis every day."

"Would you like me to arrange for a test drive?" Laura asked.

"No need, I'll handle it. I'll combine the meeting with some car shopping," Chris replied, standing up and grabbing his jacket.

An hour later, Chris has arrived at the BMW dealership, the taxi he entered wheezing as it parked in front of the building.

As he approached the glass doors, he noticed a group of sharply dressed salespeople bustling around insid
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