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Thirty one: Doomed?

Scott

The document in front of me was as stupid as frustrating. All its content seemed like a framed work. Who in the world could have typed something this gibberish?

"Gregory!" I barked. Throwing my head back, tapping my feet against the hard marble floor, drumming my fingers against the glass table in front of me, I glared, impatiently waiting for the idiot to come into my study room.  

"Sir." One of my guys, Gary, hurried in, bowed his head. "Gregory isn't around. He said he had to go on an errand you had sent him to do."

I twitched one of my eyebrows, being furious. "Errand? Which errand are you speaking of? 

"I don't know about that, sir. That's what he told me before he left," he replied.

"You all are irresponsible!" I yelled, and slapped my palm against the table. "Just leave here, moron. You work for me, but you don't e

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