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Jack dropped the last monitor onto the sleek black desk, catching his breath. "This one’s yours, Anwar. Don’t fry it."
Anwar, a scrawny intern with thick glasses and a sarcastic mouth, saluted like a soldier. "Yes, sir. I only fry CPUs on Sundays."
Richard grunted, arms deep in cable management hell. "If you fry anything, it’s coming out of your paycheck. Which, let me remind you, is still zero."
The kid grinned and wheeled the chair around to start ...
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