’ She looked at the account. The invoice was for $2342. Damn! It doesn’t tell me a thing! She took another long swig of coffee before attacking th... second envelope. It like the first, had no distinguishing marks, but the PO Box was different. She opened the letter. Damn! Another fucking invoice! $3456! What are all these fees for? This time it was a different, but still in the Caymans. Hoping for a better result she picked up the last envelope and this time she opened it in a more restrained. But to counter thatdangerous aspect was another fact: the force of will took a lot tomaster so it was rarely able to be used by proper villains due to thestrain on their minds.Unlike other manifesters, his power was constant and could be controlledwith concentration and the need of feedback from the nanites to hisbrain. The big issue with that was how much concentration was requiredas it was entirely possible to suffer a burnout just from trying to usethe powers a certain way or for too long.. I was taken back a little, but after regaining my composure, I asked what the hell he was doing in my condo! I was scolding this k** out, but he continued to approach me. I asked him how long he was standing there listening to me on the phone. As he took the phone out of my hand, he responded by saying, he had been there long enough to find out what kind of slut I really was. I was surprised that this young k** was talking to me in such a dominating way. He continued to tell me that he couldn’t. The small talk went well until we finished eating. Then I told everyone that Maurice had some important news for us and that he would tell all of it to us before we discussed anything.He sat back and then looking a little embarrassed, started to speak. When he finished about fifteen minutes later, I was sitting with my arms around Kat and Sally watching the reactions on everyone's faces. As I expected, the only people shocked at the table were Michelle and her mother as well as Tiny, and I.