She told me that she would be texting me a lot tonight in support and guidance if I needed any from her, but first she wanted to meet him. I told her ...he could come to the house on the way home and she gladly accepted my offer. As we sat there for a little while I started to just really take her in. I love this woman so far and I was very happy to have met her and relieved to know she isn't some sort of murderer. As much as she wants to help me with his fantasy of mine, she didn't appear like. ”Raz didn’t reply, she just continued to examine the floor. I felt terrible in the knowledge that, in trying to improve her life on the Pinwheel, I had likely ruined her future back home. Who knew what adversity she would face now, all because of my meddling...“Raz, is there anything that I can do?”She seemed to perk up a little, one of her ears swiveling in my direction.“Well ... it’s our last night on the Pinwheel together. Tomorrow, I’ll be gone. There’s no reason to think that we’ll ever. “Get some money from petty cash and buy us some soft drinks,” Magus shouted.“What kind?” Jake shouted.“Get an assortment,” Magus shouted.“Okay,” Jake shouted. He turned to Irene and didn’t see her. Worried, he asked, “Irene?”Irene poked her head out from under the desk. She asked, “What?”“I need some money from petty cash,” Jake said.“How much?” she asked.“Forty dollars ought to be enough,” Jake said.Magus shouted, “Bring back a receipt!”“Okay,” Jake shouted. He looked back at the desk and. Let me get them. I think your wedding planner is already here. Have a seat. Would you like some water.”“No, we’re fine.”Darcy Newsome and D’Marco Edwards were cousins. They were also the owners of D2 Productions - a film and cinematography company. D’Marco had always dabbled in videography and wanted to make passion documentaries. Darcy was very business minded and convinced him to do weddings & events to pay the bills. D’Marco was the creative, visual mind. Darcy was the salesman & finance.