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... er’s fist slammed heavily onto the desk, and a fine crack appeared on the expensive mahogany office table.
He panted heavily, the veins on his forehead throbbing, and the surge of anger in his eyes threatened to engulf the entire office.
"Josephine Thompson... Julian Grant..."
He gritted his teeth as he uttered these names, each word laced with a venomous chill, "Do they really think they can sleep soundly now?"
"Not a chance."
The chief secretary knocked ...
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