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My day just got brighter ...

"My day just got brighter" is a micro-fiction piece by Russell Cavanagh.

| IF YOU ARE WILLING |

| FROM: AIVA Finance Inc <ct@digi.com.my> |
| TO: russellcavanagh@proton.me |

A scam victims compensation of $1,000,000 has been awarded and endorsed on your favor and also scheduled to be released to you through a Bank in Canada. The IMF designed this project to reimburse scam victims who have lost monies to scammers over the internet

This transaction will cost no difficulties or lavish spending because a trustee agent has been commissioned to stand as a trustee between you and the bank during the course of this transaction. The main reason why a trustee is engaged is to secure and retrieve your restitution without hitches.

The trustee agent service charge cannot be more that US$50,000 and will only be paid to him once you receive and confirm your payment into your bank account.

Email me:- aivafinance@hotmail.com IF YOU ARE WILLING TO WORK WITH THE FIDUCIARY AGENT SO THAT I CAN EMAIL HIS CONTACT TO YOU.

Yours Truly,

Rebecca Hall
CEO
AIVA Finance Inc


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