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91. Silent Psycho Type

Author: Aliast
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I traced my finger under a line in the contract margin. Clause 9: Developer waives all delay liability if denied rezoning within 90 days.

Klemens had about thirty left on the clock.

“Honestly,” Roth continued, tapping the side of his chair, “This guy’s not dumb. He’s just soft. You ever see him on TV? Blinks too much. Tries to look honest when he lies, and ends up looking like he’s constipated. Kind of impressive, really.”

I flipped to the last section. A printed schedule. His chief of staff’s notes, most likely intercepted through one of Silas’s channels.

Klemens had two meetings today. One at 10:30 with the state auditors, and a private lunch blocked from 12:15 to 1:30. No location listed. He usually got back to the office by 2.

After that?

He’d be alone for at least an hour.

I memorized the time blocks. Folded the schedule page over once.

“You think he’ll crack?” Roth asked suddenly, voice more curious than
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