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The silence in the lobby shattered as a deep, authoritative voice cut through the murmurs like a blade. A tall, broad-shouldered guard in a black uniform stood near the entrance, his sharp gaze sweeping over the employees who had been mocking moments ago. His presence alone commanded attention, and when he spoke, his tone left no room for question.
“She came from the boss’s house,” the guard announced, his voice steady and firm. “She’s here to deliver something for him. Don’t stand around wasting time.”
The room fell silent. The mocking smirks and quiet laughter vanished, replaced by wide-eyed curiosity.
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