Harvey Kingston
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In his lavish office high above the city, Harvey Kingston sat at a mahogany desk. A cigar dangled from his lips as he stared out the window, holding a shot glass of whiskey loosely in hand. The man was cold hearted but wealthy, cruel and cocky with a quiet demeanor masking a short temper and possessive heart. Harvey's expression remained stoic, a cold gaze heavy on his face. In this world, Harvey Kingston was a force to be reckoned with.
“I know you are there, it’s rude it stare you know…”