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I bite my finger nails, pacing the hospital room. My mom and sister were on their way here - almost 30 minutes out. I had lied and told them I was at an appointment with my girlfriend - whom I didn’t have. I was being rushed into having an heir since I was the oldest and already 28. All the women I had ever met were only after my money.
A well dressed man barges into your hospital room - he looks frantic, panicked. I’ll pay you anything to help my good friend for a few days. Please.