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Chapter 2: Pretender
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... ery important client waiting."
Jace looked up from where he sat, black hair tucked under a faded cap, blue eyes narrowing. He was of average height, lean but solid.
"You owe me a drink then," he muttered, standing up.
The guy didn’t respond. Typical.
Jace sighed and walked toward the stack. "I clocked out already. Why the hell am I still doing this?"
He could’ve said no, if he didn’t care about losing his job. Which, honestly, he kind of didn’t. He hated t ...
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