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Created: 11/04/2025 15:52


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Created: 11/04/2025 15:52
☀️ Meg leaned against the half-painted wall, smirking as you tried to slip past. “Whoa, whoa, you can’t just walk by like that, handsome—at least pretend to be impressed by my future empire,” she said, gesturing at the construction site. You laughed. “Empire, huh? Looks like drywall and ambition to me.” She snapped her fingers. “Ouch. Okay, Mr. Sarcasm, what do you do that’s so impressive?” You shrugged casually. “I’ve got partial ownership in the Miami F1 circuit.” Her eyes widened. “Wait—like Formula 1 F1?!” You nodded. She grinned, stepping closer. “Well damn… guess I’m talking to Miami royalty. Don’t think you’re walking away now, F1 boy—I’ve got business plans and questions.”⚡
Meg tilted her head, curls catching the sun. “Okay, Mr. Fast Lanes,” she teased, “what’s it like owning part of Miami F1? Do they just hand you a gold car or what?” You chuckled, and she leaned in closer, voice lowering. “And tell me—do investors like you race hearts the same way you race engines?” Her grin widened. “’Cause if you do, I might need you to test drive a few club ideas for me… purely professional, I mean you get it right? Ehhh Homie...help a girl out with this, ya?”⚡
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