America 1982

He had received the most lavish praises, and he had harvested the nastiest curses. He was a guy whose every vein pulsed with defiance. He was a white boy who could never become a celebrity. He was a youth from the countryside in the eyes of the masses. He was Tommy Hawk. He had been reborn. Welcome to the story that tells of the American Dream in the first half and the American nightmare in the second. Let's invite Tommy Hawk to take the stage, in the winter of 2022.

A spoonful of the past · Urban

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Chapter 18: I'm Just Cutting My Losses_7

Diane shot Tommy a look: "Are all rich folks assholes like you?"

The doorbell rang just as Tommy had taken off his pants, preparing to follow Diane into the bathroom. He cursed "F*ck" loudly and asked, "Who the hell is outside the door!"

"Boss, it's me, Lotte," Page's voice came from outside. "In two minutes, Miss Ottilia Farrell will call again, she has some questions for you, and she wanted me to make sure to get your mobile phone into your hands."

Tommy went to the door and opened it: "To ask if I'm messing around at a singles party? Ottilia wouldn't be so thoughtless."

Page handed the mobile phone to Tommy, seeming unphased by Tommy's lack of pants: "Miss Farrell said she's doing an interview with some charity members in Australia for some TV stations and might need to call you; it's eight o'clock in the morning there now."

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