“Hi, Reagan,” I mumbled from the phone, “how are you?” I am not standing on the balcony of the chapel. My arms are resting on the wooden terrace, I am staring at the night sky and to the people who are coming in and out of Jefferson’s funeral. “Hey, Princess Cassandra. We are doing good here, is there something wrong there? Do we have to book a flight now in order to protect you?” Reagan uttered continuously and I had to hush him before he went overboard.“Don’t be so exaggerated right now, Reagan. Could you please just calm down for a minute?” I laughed, “you are so into your work lately! Loosen up a little!” “Alright, so sorry for that,” Reagan is now laughing hard as well, “but what is this call about? Can you just straight to the point right now because my ears are now itching to hear it.” “Right,” I replied, “I just wanted you to investigate something for me.”“Sounds interesting and I love it,” that was his initial reply. “The context here is that the warehouse that I am re
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