Chapter 15 - The Ghost at the Grand Reopening
The incredibly cool,
highly refreshing evening breeze gently,
softly rustled the highly expensive,
beautifully decorated silk banners hanging proudly,
elegantly above the incredibly massive,
highly polished grand entrance of the newly,
completely renovated Pine Valley Community Training Center.
Tonight was the incredibly massive,
highly publicized,
deeply important grand reopening gala,
a highly spectacular,
incredibly lavish event specifically,
purposefully designed to formally,
proudly announce Emily’s massive,
incredibly generous philanthropic triumph to the entire,
watching world.
The incredibly long,
highly sweeping circular driveway was completely,
entirely packed with highly expensive,
deeply luxurious black cars and incredibly shiny,
massive limousines,
delivering the absolute,
very most incredibly powerful,
highly wealthy elites of the entire,
sprawling city.
Emily Hale stood incredibly confidently,
highly gracefully inside the completely,
entirely transformed grand lobby,
wearing an incredibly stunning,
highly custom tailored midnight blue evening gown that deeply,
perfectly accentuated her incredibly commanding,
highly powerful presence.
The massive,
incredibly ugly portrait of the highly arrogant,
elitist founders was completely,
entirely gone,
perfectly,
beautifully replaced by an incredibly large,
highly modern digital display proudly,
brightly showcasing the deeply inspiring,
highly hopeful faces of the incredibly young,
deserving culinary students she was actively,
generously funding.
David stood highly closely,
deeply protectively by her left side,
holding a highly expensive,
crystal glass of incredibly rare,
imported vintage champagne,
his highly sharp,
calculating eyes constantly,
vigilantly scanning the incredibly large,
highly crowded room.
Outside,
completely,
entirely hidden in the highly dark,
incredibly deep shadows of the incredibly massive,
highly ancient oak trees near the completely,
entirely secure front gates,
stood a highly broken,
incredibly pathetic figure.
Daniel Hale shivered violently,
uncontrollably in his incredibly thin,
deeply torn,
highly dirty jacket,
his deeply sunken,
incredibly exhausted eyes staring highly desperately,
miserably through the highly strong,
incredibly thick wrought iron bars of the massive,
highly secure fence.
He had incredibly,
desperately walked nearly entirely,
completely across the massive,
highly sprawling city,
his incredibly cheap,
highly worn shoes completely,
entirely falling apart,
just to desperately,
pathetically catch one absolutely final,
incredibly fleeting glimpse of the highly beautiful,
incredibly powerful woman he had foolishly,
violently destroyed his own highly perfect,
incredibly easy life for.
He watched highly miserably,
deeply pathetically as highly wealthy,
incredibly important men and highly beautiful,
incredibly elegant women actively,
eagerly rushed forward to deeply,
respectfully shake Emily’s highly powerful,
incredibly steady hand,
treating her exactly,
precisely like absolute,
undeniable royalty.
He remembered highly vividly,
incredibly painfully the deeply arrogant,
highly foolish words he had completely,
violently shouted in that very same,
exact building just a few incredibly short,
highly chaotic months ago,
arrogantly,
stupidly screaming that she was absolutely,
entirely finished.
The highly bitter,
incredibly suffocating irony aggressively,
violently choked him,
a deep,
highly agonizing sob violently,
painfully tearing through his incredibly dry,
highly aching throat,
making him heavily,
miserably cough in the incredibly cold,
highly unforgiving night air.
He desperately,
foolishly reached his highly trembling,
deeply dirty hand out toward the incredibly cold,
highly solid iron bars,
a completely,
entirely insane,
highly desperate thought briefly,
wildly crossing his incredibly chaotic,
highly broken mind.
He incredibly,
foolishly thought about actively,
aggressively screaming her highly beautiful,
deeply familiar name,
desperately,
pathetically begging her to simply,
quietly look out into the highly cold,
incredibly dark night and actually,
truly see him,
just one incredibly final,
highly desperate time.
But suddenly,
immediately,
two highly massive,
incredibly intimidating private security guards,
wearing incredibly sharp,
highly professional dark suits and highly visible,
incredibly secure earpieces,
aggressively,
rapidly stepped out from the highly dark,
incredibly deep shadows directly,
powerfully in front of him.
"Move along right now,
buddy,
this is a highly private,
incredibly exclusive corporate event,
and you absolutely,
entirely cannot deeply,
pathetically loiter anywhere near this highly secure,
incredibly expensive property,"
the incredibly large,
highly aggressive guard demanded loudly,
incredibly firmly,
his highly heavy,
deeply intimidating hand resting purposefully,
confidently on his highly secure,
utility belt.
Daniel looked highly desperately,
incredibly sadly past the massive,
highly aggressive guard,
his incredibly tear filled,
deeply bloodshot eyes desperately,
frantically searching for Emily through the highly bright,
incredibly beautiful glass doors.
For one highly brief,
incredibly fleeting second,
Emily gracefully,
elegantly turned her highly beautiful,
deeply powerful head,
her incredibly sharp,
highly intelligent eyes looking directly,
straight toward the highly dark,
incredibly secure front gates.
Daniel’s deeply broken,
highly fragile heart violently,
aggressively skipped an incredibly massive,
highly painful beat,
deeply,
foolishly believing that she incredibly,
actually saw him standing pathetically,
miserably in the incredibly dark,
highly freezing rain.
But her highly beautiful,
incredibly calm expression absolutely,
entirely did not change,
not even a single,
highly tiny microscopic fraction of an incredibly small,
highly brief inch.
She simply,
elegantly looked completely,
entirely through him,
as if he were absolutely,
entirely nothing more than a deeply meaningless,
highly insignificant wisp of highly cold,
incredibly dark wind in the incredibly empty,
highly meaningless night.
She turned highly gracefully,
incredibly confidently back to her deeply powerful,
highly wealthy guests,
a highly beautiful,
incredibly genuine smile completely,
entirely lighting up her deeply striking,
highly perfect face,
completely,
entirely unbothered by the incredibly pathetic,
highly broken ghost aggressively,
miserably shivering in the incredibly dark,
highly freezing night.
Daniel slowly,
miserably lowered his highly trembling,
deeply dirty hand,
the absolute,
total weight of his highly massive,
incredibly irreversible failure finally,
completely crushing the absolute,
very last deeply fragile,
highly pathetic piece of his incredibly broken,
highly ruined soul.
He heavily,
sadly turned around,
pulling his incredibly thin,
highly useless collar tightly,
desperately up against the incredibly cold,
highly violent wind,
and slowly,
miserably limped away into the completely,
entirely absolute,
highly unforgiving darkness,
leaving the incredibly powerful,
highly radiant Empress completely,
entirely alone to brilliantly,
beautifully rule her incredibly massive,
highly untouchable empire forever.
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