1 Work by cloudtea
Listing Works
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“I’m sorry-” You drop a hand on top of his paperwork. “-but did you say hybrids?”
Mr. Seo pursed his lips, irritation souring his stately features. He taps one manicured nail against the lid of his briefcase, staccato.
“Yes,” he sighed. “In the final accounting of all your uncle’s assets, yet to be delivered hybrids were listed-”
“Hy-brids,” you interrupt again. “As in several.”
A muscle twitches in Mr. Seo’s jaw. “Yes. Seven to be exact.”
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When an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. When that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.
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(ON PERMANENT HIATUS)