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“It can’t be! There is no way I allowed that woman into my room, Lewis. I don’t understand. I can’t remember anything. How is it possible that I even drank?” Daxon says.

Daxon impatiently thrust his arms into the shirt's sleeves, he yanks it aggressively, as if the fabric is the one that offended him. The acrylic buttons of his shirt are fastened in a flash, causing him to strain against the buttonholes in defiance. With a frustrated huff, Daxon downs his head into his palms and sighs.

Lewis walks towards him, confused as to what happened inside that hotel room. They return to his personal home because he needed to think straight without Veronica’s version of what took place.

“Boss, take it easy. I know for a fact that you would never go back to your ex-wife. I also know that you do not drink excessively like that.” Lewis says.

“Then, why do I not remember anything!? If I didn’t drink, why don’t I remember anything!” He says, getting up from the sumptuous, oversized couch that practi
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