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VI
“I visited the docks yesterday to see that all we had ordered had been delivered. Every single one of it with no pin left loose. Congratulations J.K., you've successfully extirpated the entire Bear clan,” Keelan explained to his friend as he took a sip of his Hennessy, trying to gauge his friend's reaction, which wasn't exactly much.
“Hmm. . .” Jordan replied absentmindedly as he swirled the cup of bright red drink in his right hand, staring directly at the switch on his desk lamp, which took the colour green. He was seemingly having a heated conversation with the green–coloured switch through his eyes.
Keelan continued watching his friend, trying to read him like always, but he knew it was only a waste of time and effort. His friend was a stubborn man with stone–cold stolid features. A man who never showed emotions. His friend was someone who if anyone attempted to read or predict his actions, they
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