TWO DAYS WARNING

Damien pov

The door creaked open and I didn't bother to look. I kept pouring whiskey into my glass. It had to be Anderson; I'd sent for him.

“You sent for me, boss,” his voice came through.

“Yes, Anderson. I’m worried and tired of what is going on,” I sighed.

“It’s getting worse. I’ve always kno...

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