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Chapter 13
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2026-10-17 00:00:12Conrad's POV…
Hours crawled by until Toby, a friend and personal private investigator, stopped by my office. “What took you so long?” I whined as he lowered himself on the couch close to the giant shelf adjacent to the door. “I was busy. That's what took me so long,” he retorted, turning on his laptop. I couldn't help but sigh. He owned a busy security company that provided security services for most wealthy people in our circle. A
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