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Agent Kendall

last update publish date: 2026-02-28 09:11:35

Lucien’s POV

The elevator doors ping softly as they open, and I step out, placing my foot on a plush carpet floor. I can hear voices coming from down the corridor—and it sounds like people arguing.

I keep my pace easy.

Whatever is going on there is none of my business. I’ve spent more time than I’d like here, trying to track down the right people. It turned out that when my father said "regulations," he wasn’t just talking about the law.

He’d put the wrong people in charge of his paper comp
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  • Running From The Mafia CEO   Racing Against Time II

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