Coincidences could be quite bizarre.
I remember my first meeting with Lisa. Back then, I had just gotten the inheritance and, most importantly, just been brought back to the past.
At that time, I thought I knew what I was doing, but in truth, I was working off excitement and firing hormones. With lots of money and a lawyer, I didn't hesitate to become mischievous, my brain taking a backseat for my dick to lead.
How bizarre that weeks later, after encountering Lisa, I met her father, the man's life in my hands.
I hadn't planned to meet Lisa again, but this was a fruitful encounter. For my next plans, a hand from the New York governor would be a big boon.
Settling down in the plane, Lisa refused to sit beside me. She settled in a chair adjacent, making sure to keep me in her sights.
As the door of the plane closed and the captain's voice sounded through the speakers, Lisa peered out through the window.
