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10-10-2-Do-You Too

Chapter 2

Debug


Kaiba sat in another meeting regarding the tournament. They were discussing which of the unreleased cards would be a part of the exclusive booster pack being sold with VIP tickets. This was usually the type of planning Kaiba didn't mind, but he was finding it hard to focus.

It'd been a week since the Beijing trip. 4Kids Entertainment were onboard which meant he and Yami were done securing investors. Being rooted back in Domino wasn't as satisfying as Kaiba expected. Instead of raging overseas, he was back to being pessimistic at home.

He hadn't tried to contact Isis again. He spent the flight from China to Japan thinking of how much they drifted apart after months of distance. Less messages, fewer calls – when was the last time they had phone sex? He had a girlfriend, but here he was yet again losing track of the last time he masturbated. A case of blue ball déjà vu...was that even a thing? He had an annoying feeling Joey or Bakura would say it was.

"Well, sir?"

Kaiba zoned back into the meeting. Ten eager and nervous faces were waiting for his 'yes or no' of the holographic trap card bobbing in the middle of the smart-table. He didn't even read what the card's specifics were.

"It's fine."

They all sighed in relief and made notes, moving on to the next card.

There was a soft knock at the door followed by a young man poking his head in, "Mr. Kaiba sir, we have Duke Devlin on line 3."

Kaiba was visibly irritated. "What does he want?"

The worker gave an apologetic smile, "He didn't specify, just requested to speak directly with you."

Duke better be glad he was Isis adjacent. "I'll take it." Kaiba turned back to the team, "Finish choosing the last five cards and send the deck to me for approval." The team gathered up their items, leaving Kaiba to take his call.

Once the door closed, Kaiba patched the call through via the smart-table; a hologram of a desk phone with the receiver off the hook, spinning in the middle. He accessed the cards that were already chosen. Best to do a quick look since he wasn't paying attention during the meeting. He opened a drawer to a small earpiece and placed it on his ear.

"What do you want, Devlin?" Kaiba could hear the faint buzz of a tattoo needle and classic American rock music in the background.

"How's tournament planning?"

"I'm pressed for time Devlin." Kaiba refused small talk, having already moved on from the chosen cards to graphs with ticket sale projections.

"Let's talk business. I spread what happened in Japan to a few people. The rumors are big now, just like you said they would."

"OK." Kaiba didn't expect anything less and he didn't care. "And?"

"That meeting I had with Yami months ago, he told me MGC would protect me from Pegasus. I want to make sure that's still the case."

"Why?" Kaiba paused his work. Had Pegasus popped back up?

"Because it's been five months and nothing."

Duke wasn't wrong. Since he'd taken Kaiba's advice and spread the story of his betrayals to his other associates, slowly the nosey check-ins started, followed by partially insincere sympathy.

Five weeks later, they knew the gossip reached Pegasus because his public appearances and social media posts noticeably slowed. The man was lying low, and most likely plotting.

"I've learned the hard way that Pegasus can't be trusted..." Duke cleared any lingering regret from his voice. "I need to make sure when he shows up, my assets and image will be protected."

Kaiba wouldn't say it, but he was impressed with Duke's foresight. Maybe the poker champion learned something during his humiliation dealing with Pegasus. "They will."

Duke let out a sigh of relief. "That's all I needed to hear."

"Now you've heard it—"

Duke rushed out, "I-want-my-own-booth-at-the-tournament." He could feel Kaiba's glare.

"For what?"

"I want a place to sell my merch."

"You can't be serious." Kaiba stood up, pacing around the conference room, aggravated by the request. The smart-board kept flipping the graphs depending on Kaiba's location. "It's one thing to sell your game with other Millennium goods, but to have a singular kiosk is an instant financial loss."

"Not if I'm at the booth." Duke worked hard to sound confident, just like he rehearsed. "I want to make an appearance. I'll push my own stuff and have my own staff."

"Then apply to be a vendor like the hundreds of other businesses."

"Then you'd decline my application. Nice try bro." Duke's confidence continued to grow, "I've been marketing 'Dungeon Dice Monsters' on my socials more and have seen a small increase in sales and overall interest. This is the perfect way to get more buzz. I want a guarantee that I'll have a spot. Give me the DDM inventory for the event. I'll push that with my 'Black Crown Ink' merchandise."

Kaiba wanted to rage for Duke having the audacity to ask him for any more favors. But once again, he was impressed. Sounded like Duke's head wasn't just for showcasing great hair. (Even Kaiba knew Duke had amazing hair.)

"Under one condition: you pay for your vendor space like everyone else. And it will be the premium price – I'm sure you want a good spot." The fee of the spot would almost cover the cost of the 'Dungeon Dice Monsters' goods they'd give Duke for the booth. At least that paid for itself.

"Deal." Duke couldn't believe his success.

"I'll have the organizers reach out to your legal team for contracts." Yet another task added to the ever-growing list. Kaiba planned to put this burden on Yami.

"Great. Now, uh, one more thing."

"Consider the answer no."

"Hear me out dude! Malik wanted me to ask you something. Are you coming to Isis' graduation ceremony or party?" Duke asked. "We're trying to get a head count."

Kaiba's pacing immediately stopped.

"Are you still there...?"

"...What did you just say?"

The low simmering rage had Duke freaking out. Kaiba was outside the loop - mission abort! "Don't worry about it. I'm sure—"

"Repeat what you said, Devlin. NOW."

"Listen dude, you're like, super busy. Don't stress." Duke laughed awkwardly while he stressed. He messed up.

Duke felt like an idiot for blindly listening to Malik in Reno. The blond told him to call Kaiba to make sure he came to at least one of the events. Duke interpreted that as Malik being confident Isis would ask Kaiba but wouldn't place any importance on the request. Not that she wouldn't say anything at all! He felt like he started something he had no capabilities of finishing. And Kaiba was way too fucking quiet.

"Kaiba...?"

"When's the graduation?"

Kaiba already had his calendar pulled up. Every single date had five to ten reminders listed. He didn't have time for her party, but he could fly in for the ceremony and leave after.

"…In two weeks – that Saturday." Duke fumbled pulling up his calendar so he could give Kaiba the exact date, time, and location.

"Don't say a word about this to anyone...or else." The CEO ended the call before Duke could plead his case. Why the fuck didn't Isis invite him?! Kaiba tried to make sense of it.

They didn't talk in detail about the media frenzy, but there was an unspoken agreement they wanted to keep things private. Maybe she thought if he showed up to the ceremony, they wouldn't be able to do that? If he and Isis were going to be together, there would be a level of exposure that came with it. That's if Isis ever came to Japan. But that didn't explain the lack of invitation to the party.

Wouldn't the party be a closed event? Most likely at the Ishtar residence or worse, Duke's? The idea of the party happening at Duke's house made the lack of invitation sting more and the rage grow. Kaiba's been in that man's tacky house; he could see Duke making a move on that bright red couch, slipping a hand up Isis' dress—NO, too much was on the line to cause a scene.

Kaiba ticked his eyes to the date of the graduation ceremony; he was supposed to meet with the mayor of Domino that day. They were having a short meeting before taking the obligatory photo-op to build anticipation. From there he had to go to Kaiba Land for a thorough inspection. They were projecting triple the number of guests attending during the tournament. He couldn't get out of the amusement park inspection, but he could get out of the meeting with the mayor.

"Computer: fastest flight pattern from Domino to Penn State University."

The smart-table closed all applications and produced a spinning model of Earth with his Blue-Eyes jet orbiting it. The hologram Blue-Eyes jet spun around the globe rapidly, signaling the computer was thinking, as the feminine AI voice said:

'Calibrating flight plan... Start point: Millennium Executive Airport... End point: University Park Airport...'

Kaiba read the flight patterns listed from fastest to slowest, as well as predictions for airspace that day based on commercial airline travel. He would give Isis one last chance to do the right thing. If she didn't, he would do things his way – Seto Kaiba style.

Las Vegas, Nevada

Isis set shopping bags on her bed; each one filled with clothes from different boutiques around Las Vegas. Apple and Lemon accompanied her on her search for graduation outfits. She planned to only get a few things, but this turned into multiple outfits. Lemon told her it was best to be prepared if she changed her mind. Apple silently encouraged this by finding a pair of shoes that Isis could not turn down.

Isis could not believe in three days she'd be on Pennsylvania State University's campus. On Friday they were giving online graduates a tour of the campus, paying special attention to each student's chosen department, before passing out caps and gowns. The following day was the graduation ceremony. She was excited, far more excited than she expected. She was glad Malik and Duke talked her into walking.

However, they hadn't been successful in convincing her to invite Kaiba. Two weeks passed since their phone call which ended on a stale note. She thought more about inviting him, but it still didn't feel right. It's not that she didn't want Kaiba there, she didn't want him to overexert himself with how busy he was.

She would send him the short video Malik promised to record when they called her name, and she walked across the stage. She'd send photos from her graduation photo shoot. And maybe a few of her in just her cap and gown – it'd been a while since anything spicy was exchanged between them in general.

A chime from her smart-phone had her digging in her purse for the device. Speak of the devil:

'Incoming Call: TheUltimate_BlueEyed_DragonDaddy...'

"Seto, hi."

"Isis." Kaiba's tone was all business. "Are you home?"

"Yes, I just came back from shopping with friends."

Most likely shopping for her graduation. "Let me see you."

Isis shyly surveyed her bedroom. "Now?" It'd been weeks since they last video-chatted.

"Now."

Isis couldn't be sure if there was a tone. Considering how their last conversation ended, she was more than pleased to see his face. It would tell her more than just a phone call.

Isis heard Kaiba hang up and she rushed to get her laptop. She placed it on her bed and moved all her shopping bags to the floor. She pulled up the app Kaiba created just for their conversations. She turned on her camera and within seconds she found a pair of blue eyes staring back at her.

Kaiba was in his office at his desk, as a large black shade slowly whirred down behind him.

Isis felt her stomach flutter ever so slightly. Every time that camera turned on, she was reminded of how handsome he was. How broad his shoulders were in his signature black turtleneck. How much his eyes stood out against his cool complexion and warm brown hair. Anytime Isis doubted her attraction for Kaiba, the second she saw him, the painful crush was reaffirmed.

"Hi...again, Seto."

Sunlight was flittering in through Isis' bedroom curtains, accentuating her glowing skin covered in a warm yellow mini dress with spaghetti straps. One of the straps slid down her shoulder as she adjusted her seating on the bed. He wanted to explode.

"It's very early there, Seto?"

Kaiba leaned back in his chair, "6am."

It was 2pm in Nevada. "Did you have to stay late last night?"

"Yeah."

"You must be tired." The second strap casually slid down her other shoulder. Isis leaned in, her cleavage in clear view. "Are you tired?"

"No." Kaiba could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. This wasn't going to be easy. "What about you?"

"From running errands?" Isis slid the straps of her dress back up and casually ran her hands through her hair, fluffing it before letting it fall around her shoulders. She was nervous and couldn't stop squirming. "Not exactly."

Kaiba never knew he could be sexually attracted to someone's hair but here he was, weak to a hair flip. He channeled that sexual frustration into his words. "I recently spoke to Devlin."

"Why did he call?"

"Don't play coy."

Isis smiled, "I have a feeling you agreed to his terms."

"He agreed to my terms."

"Regardless, I'm excited for his booth."

"What makes you think Devlin secured a booth?"

"Because he agreed to your terms," Isis teased.

Kaiba rolled his eyes, suppressing a smirk. "He mentioned bringing his own staff."

"He's in the process of building a team exclusively for Japan. He asked me if I would be interested."

Kaiba's eyes narrowed just slightly. "Why you?"

"He appreciates my multilingual abilities." Isis didn't plan to confess so soon, but maybe Kaiba would be grateful to know. She looked off the screen, fighting a smile. "I've been keeping a secret."

A secret that involved Duke Devil? "Tell me. Now."

Isis looked back to the camera, "I've been taking a Japanese class…"

The day Kaiba left, was the day Isis enrolled in a Japanese language course. The online program taught speaking, reading, and writing the language. It was extra homework at the time, but it held a value beyond resumes.

Kaiba was at a loss for words. This was a massive unexpected green flag. Who took a language class if they weren't planning to put it to use? As quick as the positive thinking entered, it left, leaving behind negativity: why would she keep this a secret?

Isis hoped his silence was a good sign. "Duke's impressed by how well I'm doing. Says I could be a benefit to his booth. I think he was just being nice."

"How long have you been in the class?"

"…I enrolled the day you left." Isis felt embarrassed admitting it. "It started it a few weeks later…"

She's been learning Japanese since Kaiba left? He really wanted to argue. "I see."

Isis could sense an underlining question, but she didn't dig. "Duke feels it's a lot harder to learn a language in a virtual setting, but our teacher is fantastic. Duke's been a great practice partner too."

Kaiba was not OK. "You've been practicing Japanese with Devlin?"

Isis removed all emotion from her response. "Yes Seto, I have. Is that an issue?"

Damn right it was an issue! "You're trusting Devlin's use of syntax and grammar?"

"Our teacher finds his Japanese high mark worthy." Isis gave Kaiba an inquiring look, "He seemed fine navigating the language when we were all last there."

Last there… "And how long ago was that?"

The venom in those words was hard to hide. Isis felt the sting but not the anger that usually followed.

Kaiba hated how much he gave away. "Devlin hasn't been around native speakers in sometime. Hopefully your teacher knows what they're doing."

"They are Japanese American," Isis began carefully, "having spent time in both countries equally. They have a great understanding of both languages for teaching."

Kaiba's computer dinged with an alert. Isis knew what that meant.

"Isis, I need to go."

"Have a good day, Seto."

Isis sat in front of a black screen, staring at her pitiful reflection. She slammed the laptop closed and focused on putting her new clothes away. No matter how hard she fought, the guilt continued to gnaw its way through her.

'And how long ago was that?'

Isis paused in placing a new pair of pants on a hanger and stared aimlessly at the fabric of the trousers. She could hear how frustrated Kaiba was. This wasn't about who was teaching who Japanese or even how overworked he was. This was about Isis' lack of action.

Maybe she should've invited Kaiba to her ceremony and party? It was too late to invite him now. It would come off insincere after their conversation. And how would he feel having to come to her again?

"Anybody here?"

Isis nearly dropped her clothes at the sound of Duke's voice coming from downstairs, followed by the front door closing. He and Malik rebuilding their friendship incorporated swapping house keys. His timing was perfect because Isis needed a healthy distraction.

She poked her head into the stairwell. "I'm up here Duke."

Duke appeared with a surprised smile. "Isis...hey...you're home..."

Isis closed her bedroom door and came downstairs. "What are you doing here? Isn't Malik working today?"

"Yeah, Malik's down at the shop. I came here to see you."

"What about?"

"Your party." Duke followed Isis into the kitchen and sat down at the island. "Did you want more of a dinner type thing or a rager?"

Isis poured them both glasses of homemade lemonade. "Did you really stop by to ask me that?" She turned to find Duke's smile nervous. "Duke...are you OK?"

"Uh yeah, totally." He took a sip from the glass. "I just...I have a lot on my mind."

"Is the party too much to plan?"

"No. That's the easy stuff." He held the glass with both hands and stared down into the beverage. "I talked to Kaiba."

She wasn't sure if hearing about a positive interaction with Kaiba was helpful right now. "How did it go?" Isis sat next to Duke.

"I got my booth."

Isis squeezed Duke's arm. "See. There was nothing to worry about."

"It felt good." Duke smiled as he took another sip. "Do you want to be a part of my team? You'll have staff clearance but totally won't have to work."

Isis' first instinct was to say no, which was very concerning. "Can I think about it more?"

Duke let out a sigh of relief, "I was scared you were going to say no! This is way better. Take all the time you need."

"Thank you and you take the time to prepare. Don't be nervous about your return to Japan, you're going to do great." If only she could take her own advice.

"I hope… Speaking of pressure, are you nervous about your graduation?"

"A little..." Isis swirled her index finger around the rim of her glass. "Can I tell you something..."

"Yeah."

"I feel guilty for not inviting Seto...but I would also feel guilty for inviting him..." It was Isis' turn to stare down into her lemonade. "Do I sound unreasonable?"

"I-I don't think so..." Duke cleared his throat, "Why uh, why do you feel that way?"

"He's someone important so I should invite him, but I also know how busy he is." She paused in consideration before continuing, "Seto and I were talking before you got here…"

Oh no… "Did I interrupt?"

"No, he had to go." Isis sighed. And it was my fault…

"Yeah, he's a really busy guy." Duke drank more lemonade and wondered if he should come clean.

"Duke, you know better than most how incensed Seto can be."

There was his answer: keep his lip zipped.

"I don't want to add to his stress. But in turn does that make me selfish for keeping it to myself?"

"Maybe it's not that big of a deal?" But Duke knew it was that big of a deal, but he didn't want Isis to worry. "It's not like you don't want him there, you just want to be considerate."

Isis nibbled on her bottom lip and nodded. "I suppose you're right. I'm trying to do better about doubting myself when it comes to Seto and the decisions I make."

"Being in a relationship is hard, especially when you have bad taste in men," he teased.

"You know all about that," Isis returned as she gathered up their empty glasses.

"Isis, not cool."

Isis giggled as she rinsed the cups and placed them in the dishwasher. The guilt was far from gone, but she'd unpack that later.

"Now back to that question about my party: let's do a dinner."

Domino City, Japan

Kaiba talked himself off the metaphorical cliff as he rode down the elevator. He gave Isis a chance to come clean and nothing. He was trying his hardest not to be bitter, but it was damn near impossible under these circumstances.

The elevator doors opened, and Kaiba was met with a pitch-black hall. When he stepped out of the elevator, the hallway lit up revealing black walls and a grated floor.

'Welcome Mr. Kaiba,' the feminine AI said. 'Would you like a real time report of the servers?'

"No." The brunet got to the end of the hall and placed his hand on a scanner. The scanner beeped twice, and a door hissed to the side, allowing Kaiba into a warm large dome-shaped room.

Row after row after row after row of large black servers alit with blue indicators tracked from the center of the room out, disappearing down corridors for miles on end. The room was full of people in all black with 'MGC' stitched in gold on their crewneck T-shirts.

They were wearing smart-goggles that linked directly to the servers, offering them a high-end view of code, and an interactive experience to rewrite errors or outdated issues. A few wore smart-gloves and moved their hands around, rerouting feeds for optimum runtime, while others held glowing tablets making notes of changes and uploading reports every thirty-seconds for review.

Kaiba made his way down the catwalk that led into the middle of the room. The supercomputer that acted as the epicenter for the servers displayed a complicated code on the large 200-inch display. Yami and the top engineers were huddled together discussing.

"Welcome Mr. Kaiba sir," the lead engineer greeted.

"What did you find?" Kaiba scanned the code tracking on screen.

"The breech five months ago has been located."

"Why did it take this long to locate?" Kaiba asked in a deadpan tone. As much as he wanted to rip the team a new one, he knew it was counterproductive, especially with Yami around.

"We prioritized tournament needs," Yami reminded. "With no news outlets reporting on it and no second attack, it could be temporarily put on hold." Yami motioned to the engineer. "Please continue."

"Thank you, sir." Said engineer using his smart-gloves waved his hand over the screen pulling up multiple reports and analytics. "You were right when you said the breech was outside of Japan, Mr. Kaiba. We tracked it to Europe."

"Europe?" Yami looked over at Kaiba to find the man not reactive to the news.

"Let me guess: Germany. Berlin or Munich?" Kaiba watched as the screen showed a map with red dots in both cities.

Yami fully turned to Kaiba, "How did you know?"

"Berlin and Munich are in competition to see who the technology capital of Germany will be. It only makes sense it would come from either city. I didn't expect both."

"Neither did we," the engineer agreed. A split screen locked in on those red dots and zoomed in, showing two locations with their coordinates along the side.

As soon as Yami saw the address he closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation. "It seems your past has come back to haunt you, Kaiba."

Kaiba glared heavily at those addresses:

Schroeder Corporation - XXX, Berlin, Germany

Schroeder Pavilion - XXX, Munich, Germany

"How would you like to proceed?" The lead engineer and his team stood awaiting orders.

"Do nothing." Kaiba turned and headed back the way he came.

The team was stunned, all looking to Yami for answers.

"We'll follow up." Yami was hot on Kaiba's heels and intersected his path in the hallway. "We can't very well do nothing."

Kaiba swiped his hand to close the door so no one could hear or see their interaction. "The system engineers will do nothing. I'll be personally handling this." Kaiba attempted to walk past his co-CEO but Yami continued to block his path.

"Seto, stop." Yami's tone was firm, no nonsense. "We as a brand cannot afford another bad interaction between you and Schroeder."

"I haven't acknowledged him as we agreed post-incident. He's the one breaking the deal and I'm going to handle it."

Both agreed to not publicly acknowledge each other, and technically this wasn't a breach of that agreement. The matter remained private within Millennium Gaming. Yami understood Shroeder was playing the game.

"We should reach out to legal and discuss our options."

"You can do that, Yami."

"Your petty rivalry with Schroeder has always led to you making poor decisions."

"He and I have never had a rivalry – I've always been better."

Yami's face was hard with frustration, "Put yourself second and focus on what's best for Millennium."

"You don't get it, do you Yami?" Kaiba lowered his voice, "This is bigger than Schroeder."

"Pegasus." Yami's tone was sincere, curious. "You believe he had something to do with this?"

"I do."

"Can we agree on one thing?" Yami looked up imploringly. "Before either of us do anything – whether that's going to legal or you personally handling things – can we first figure out if Pegasus has any ties to this?"

Kaiba was wary the suggestion. "How do you expect us to do that without taking any action?"

"We will take action but as a team." Yami extended his hand, "Lets create a game plan between the two of us, just the two of us."

Kaiba ticked his eyes from Yami's hand back up to his face. As much as Kaiba didn't want Yami to have any part in this, he had to accept that with Schroeder in the mix, it greatly complicated things.

"Fine." Kaiba firmly squeezed Yami's hand before dropping it. "I already have an idea and it involves Devlin."

"I received word he's going to be a vendor at the tournament. What did you have in mind?"

"Phase two. Let's leak the gossip to the press and release a statement in support of Devlin." It was perfect timing with Duke coming to the tournament.

"We'll need photo-ops of the three of us," Yami tapped his chin. "It'll give a better visual of support. Perhaps invite him to our box seats during the tournament..." Yami pulled out his smart-phone and started making notes. "We could even stop by the booth and buy a few items."

"This should smoke Pegasus out of his hole." Kaiba felt his smart-phone buzz in his pocket from Yami updating their shared files. "We should expect another move from him post-tournament."

"Perhaps even during?"

"We should double cyber security – triple ground security."

Yami added that to their growing list of plans. "Any other ideas, add them to the file. I'll review them while you're away."

"Away?"

Yami looked up from his screen with a sparkle in his eye. "Did you not decline the photo-op with the mayor?"

Here we go. Kaiba side-stepped Yami and beelined for the elevator. He could hear his cousin right behind him.

"Will you be making a quick trip to Nevada?"

Kaiba scanned his key-card in the elevator and hit his office button. The elevator doors closed, shooting he and Yami back up. "I'm going to Pennsylvania."

Yami's brows furrowed together before his face lit up. "She's graduating?"

Kaiba thought he did a good job the past five months keeping details about Isis mostly to himself. Yami sniffing out which university Isis was enrolled in made him wonder if he's mentioned her more than he thought.

"Please tell Isis alf mabrouk (thousand congrats) from Yami, Mana and the Morcos brood."

"I'll be sure not to."

"You must be anxious to see her. I'm sure she'll be excited for your arrival. How long will you be gone?"

"Less than 20 hours."

Yami was taken aback.

"I'll be there for the ceremony and then I'm leaving."

"That's all she asked of you?"

"She didn't ask anything of me," Kaiba grumbled as he took long strides off the elevator to his desk.

"She didn't invite you to her graduation?" Yami gently asked as he stepped off the elevator.

"No." Kaiba logged back into his computer.

"How did you find out?"

"Devlin, during our call this morning."

"Interesting..." Yami slid into a chair across from the brunet. "No formal invitation, but you're going?"

"Yep." Kaiba immediately started addressing his emails just for a distraction.

"Good."

Kaiba stopped typing.

"Don't show up empty handed." Yami stood up and checked his watch. "I would recommend flowers. Perhaps a gift as well?"

Before Kaiba could say anything, Yami was back on the elevator. He was suspicious of Yami's support. Maybe it had to do with Kaiba biting his head off for the past few months over the woman? Or maybe Yami knew something he didn't?

Regardless, flowers and a gift weren't a bad idea.


PLEASE READ:

Hello, hello to all of my new and returning readers. Very happy by the attention the sequel is getting so far. Cannot wait to share so much more of this story with all of you.

Arabic Words:

Alf mabrouk - Thousand congrats

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Lauradbz13: Thank you so much for coming back for the continuation. And I felt like a proud mom writing Isis graduating.

lovereading92: I feel you on the chaos that is life. Hahaha. The communication is a work in progress for sure, can't argue all the damn time. And Pegasus may have to get the botox flown in special order…wait and see. (wink)

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