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... uette barely visible against the dawn sky. David’s instincts screamed that there was still time to warn Jason, giving his boss a chance to slip the noose tightening around him. He reached for his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen, only to freeze. ’What the fuck is Jason’s number?’ His mind drew a blank, the system’s implanted memories offering no help. All he had was a string of asterisks—*********—mocking him with its uselessness. "Goddamn it," He muttered, his jaw tightening. No time ...
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