Patrick stood up from his executive office chair, as he was through with the day’s work. At 8 p.m. sharp, his personal assistant, Jeff Hudson, knocked and stepped into his executive office, which was painted ash grey, to see him. “Good evening, boss. Are you leaving for home now?” Jeff asked. Patrick, dressed in a red shirt and black trousers, stared at Jeff like a piece of trash. He did not respond. Instead, he stepped away from his office chair, picked up his black coat from where it hung, and put it on to prevent the cold weather from hitting his cool, dark skin and freezing him to death. Patrick adjusted his necktie properly and snatched his briefcase from his office desk. With one final glance, Patrick walked out of his executive office in his luxurious hotel, heading home and leaving Jeff Hudson speechless. Patrick owned a vast range of secret businesses throughout the state, and his mind was preoccupied with many thoughts. He thought about his parents, who had been dis
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