Sabu was happy and said that we should meet. But friends will be with me. So we made a plan. I would reach the place and message him the location and ...e would come there and meet me. He would say that he is my uncle and take me somewhere in his car. I said Sabu that I was wearing a red shirt and a blue jeans pant for identification. He said that he would be wearing a grey check shirt and black pant. I reached the centre at 10. When I was about to get out of the centre, he messaged that he is at. Her mom was a prostitute in Mexico when she was a little girl, and was around many men, but never did anything with them. She tells me some messed up stories, and it hurts me sometimes, but its my fault since I keep asking her questions about her past. When she came to the U.S. she was attracted to white men and the whole American culture. She told me a story about when she was 13 year old virgin and alone with the cable repair man in her apartment, the story still makes me sick to this day.. Wait a minute, vile and disgusting? What was I thinking, I was acting like a scared little virgin. God knows I wasn’t that. Not that I was promiscuous, far from it. Selective, yes, selective, that was the right term. And I selected not to do anything with him. I mean, he could be my father, for that matter, my grandfather. Grandma was a little wild, I chuckled to myself. What was he, 60 maybe. How gross to think that he could have the privilege of touching this body and kissing it all over and. ”“You can do this. I promise you. I know how Olivia’s business works. She has so many more people to answer to than just herself. And yes, she will do what she can to sabotage us. But I have my own connections with her board and some ideas I don’t think she would ever see coming. Just, trust me, please.”I want to believe her. That she has some recipe up her sleeve to fix this and help me win. But I also know better. This is a no-win for me. I’m being set-up to fail and my impending promotion.