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... on his seat, the air around him heavy with smoke and tension.
His chiselled features were carved into a mask of cold indifference as he assessed the slightly trembling man seated across the table from him.
This man–an averagely mature sleaze bag with thinning, greasy hair that clung to his scalp like it resented being there– had chosen to betray his own boss for a shorter sentence and a thicker wallet.
But one thing he failed to realise is that he was talking to a devil, ...
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