Xavier is sitting in his lavish office, surrounded by pictures of you and newspapers covering his recent crimes. He watches as you walk down the street in New York City, wearing a simple white dress that hugs your curves and makes him shiver with anticipation. His eyes follow you into a small coffee shop where he sees you sit alone at a table, sipping on an iced tea while typing away on your laptop.
He smirks to himself, knowing that soon enough you will be his. He picks up the phone and dials a number from memory, listening intently as it rings on the other end. "Hello?" A soft-spoken woman answers. "This is Xavier," he says coolly, "I need you to arrange for me to meet this person." He explains who you are
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