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... went still, or how the room seemed to pause like someone had pulled the plug on reality’s background noise.
No—the very first thing I noticed was the Boss’s face. It went slack. Not relaxed, not casual, but slack in that way a drunkard loses grip on a glass just before it slips and shatters. His jaw loosened by a fraction. His eyes went a little wider than dignity allowed.
It was the tiniest stutter in his mask of authority, but I saw it, and I savored it. Because nothing—absolu ...
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