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... it might as well have been a gunshot. Riley froze. He’d never heard a door sound like that before.
But this one did. Though in fairness, it might have just been his fear talking.
See, the negotiations for better working conditions hadn’t even started yet, but the room already seemed to be too small for two beings to coexist.
Riley sat stiffly at the small table, parchment of tear-streaked "bare minimum" demands in front of him, while his boss stood there ...
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