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the Costas house from three o‘clock in the afternoon to eleven o‘clock at night. Finally Diamond and Christian would talk to their kids about school for one hour. Then, they would go to sleep.

 

Now, those children were all grown up. Diamond Jolie and Christian Miguel, Diamond Cherie‘s children, now Sandra was babysitting for them. Diamond Jolie‘s little kids, Diamond Shay and Christopher Michael were two and three years old, and just like Grandma Diamond, they would drop off their babies at the Costas house, leave for work, work during the day, and then they would pick up the babies around four o‘clock in the afternoon, so Marlon‘s intervention on this family‘s private life, despite being a seemingly total stranger to them was more than a godsend. It was extremely necessary for Sandra to be able to continue to babysit for the wonderful family that gave her so much love and support when she needed it the most.

 

That morning, at eleven fifteen, Sandra was figuratively in love with Marlon. Marlon had come clean with her in all this time and just the way that Sandra confided all of her biggest frustrations to him, he confided his biggest conundrum for him at the moment: literally living someone else‘s life. Just when he was about to say goodbye, Sandra did what was unthinkable to him. She allowed him to take a shower in her house and borrow some of Peter‘s clothes so he wouldn‘t delay his work day any more. What she didn‘t know was that Marlon wasn‘t going to work this morning. Minutes later, he and his attorney, Esq. Kessler, they were on their way to the police station. Officer Imbruglia was waiting for them in her office. She asked Sheriff Watson to give her the day off her normal responsibilities just to dedicate her time to try to solve the problem that Marlon was in for usurpation of identity.

 

Marlon was nervous. He and Attorney Kessler brought with them all of the documents and voicemail messages that proved that Nate Rivers had left for him, convincing him of taking over his identity and his life when he were gone. Nate was living a double life. He owned a jewelry store, the most prestigious one in the U. S. by day, but by night, he was a drug trafficker and he owned the most dangerous criminal organization in Georgia. After years of persecuting him and investigating him, the police gathered proof against him, enough proof to put him in jail for three consecutive life sentences for countless murders and drug trafficking. Therefore, Nate knew that he would die, so before leaving this cruel world, Nate made sure that someone else would go to jail for his crimes while he was literally burning in hell. Nevertheless, Officer Imbruglia found out about the whole scheme in a matter of hours by accessing the files in Nate Rivers‘ closed case, closed due to his death, and in just a few days, Marlon‘s problem was solved. Marlon had gotten his true identity back, and he was in college getting the necessary education in business administration.

 

One year later

 

Marlon was in his own office, in a prestigious computer company. The office was painted crimson-red. The doors, doorways and trims were iceberg white. His computer desk was pure cherry wood. He had a stylish, not too big, not too small laptop with everything that a business man could possibly want. It had all the applications that were related to business, applications to download different entertainment media like music videos, other kinds of videos and all kinds of music files. It also had games on it. The computer was ready for anyone to use, from a three-year-old-child to an eighty-year-old-man. It had a 320-gb hard drive, a DVD burner, a slot for an internet card, Ethernet connections, two USB ports to connect any kind of media and transfer files, beautiful and natural crimson-red color, and a stylish fifteen-inch screen. Incredibly, that