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In Your World, Everything Dies

Author: Lazywriter
last update publish date: 2026-03-09 19:17:10

[Tyler’s POV]

"What do you mean we’re out of stock?"

I slammed my hand onto my desk, making the crystal glass of scotch I was drinking rattle. My head of operations, Marcus, stood across from me, looking like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

"It’s not that we’re out of stock, Sir." Marcus stammered, adjusting his tie. "It’s that our supplier, Global Glass, has terminated our contract. They’ve signed an exclusivity deal with a new holding company. We can’t get our signature blue bottles f
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