Raymond“You seem awfully familiar. What’s your name again?” Malcolm’s cold eyes bore into mine, searching for any sign of deception. His gaze was unnervingly sharp. As if he could peel away the layers of my disguise with a single look. But I didn’t flinch. I couldn't afford to.“David Watson, sir,” I responded smoothly, the alias slipping off my tongue with practiced ease. “I was hired a few weeks ago to replace one of your guards.” I kept my tone steady, my face impassive. But inside, my mind was racing. Would he buy it?Malcolm’s lips curled into a faint, disbelieving smirk as he studied me. “David Watson, huh? Interesting name. There’s something about you… your eyes, maybe.” He leaned in closer, the smell of expensive cologne mingling with something darker—something sinister. “They remind me of someone I used to know.”My heart pounded in my chest, but I maintained my composure. I stared right back at him, not showing any signs of fear. The military had done more than just piece m
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