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CHAPTER 69: Growing soft?

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ALEXANDER

I can't believe I called Ethan incompetent a few weeks ago.

Over the last few days, I've sacked about ten new assistants for their evident stupidity. I just fired the last one several minutes ago. Strolling into a rooftop cafe I'd cleared up for more privacy with a private investigator, I punched my fist into my pocket.

Finding the young man sipping his coffee while staring at the view of the city, I slid Ethan's picture across the table. The last few days have been hell. He’s just my assistant—the most competent, most tolerable. That’s the excuse I keep repeating, over and over. But even I know I’m lying.

The private investigator drops his coffee and picks up Ethan's picture.

“His name is Ethan Wayne.” I clear my throat. “I want everything on him. Sightings, calls, traffic cams. Even if someone farted right next to him, I want to fucking know.”

“Who is he to—”

I slam my palm on the table as Rhydian claws at the surface. He wants blood. We want blood, we just don't kn
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