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... today the office was quiet.
Michael Sterling sat at his desk. He was staring at a box.
It was a black box. It looked expensive. A courier had delivered it ten minutes ago and Arthur Milton was circling it like a shark circling a boat.
"Open it Boss," Arthur whispered. "It might be a bomb. Or cake. I hope it is cake."
"It is not cake Arthur," Michael said. "The courier asked for a signature. You do not sign for cake."
Michael reached out. He lifted the lid ...
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