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I stopped behind the door frame, my hand gripping the metal pole. Through the small glass window, I could see Eric spinning the silver ring on his pinky finger.
“The deal is dead,” Taylor said. His voice was crisp and formal, but his left hand was tucked inside his pocket, likely adjusting his cuff link.
“It is not dead until I get my money,continue reading …
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