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Chapter Seven

The Knight

Zain barges into my office again and heads straight for the alcohol. It's like a ritual for him at this point. "You know," I say not looking up as he pours himself an excessive portion. "I'm pretty sure you have an alcohol problem."

"And a swearing problem and a fucking problem according to my therapist. The difference is, I pay her for her opinion." He raises the glass and downs it, wincing at the burn as he plops down in front of me. He points to the phone I've been staring at for the past fifteen minutes. "Whatcha got there?"

Sighing, I slide the phone across the desk and he picks it up. I watch as his eyebrows crinkle in confusion and then smooth over in realisation.

He gives me a what the

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