STORMBy the end of the forty-eight hours, I had everything I needed. Evidence, testimonies, financial trails, and enough dirt to bury Garrick, Roland, and the five other staff members Roland had managed to corrupt. Everything was in play. I sat in my office, the morning sun bleeding faint light through the tinted windows, a glass of water at my side. The fatigue was heavy in my bones, but I felt the edge of satisfaction. It had been a long two days, and every second of it had been worth it.Steve walked in, his expression smug, his voice laced with expectation.“Mr. Storm, I hope you are satisfied with our service?”I leaned back in my chair, keeping my tone neutral. “Yeah, I can say so.”Truthfully, I was thrilled. My blood burned with quiet victory. But I wasn’t about to shower him with praise. Over-complimenting men like Steve only made them greedy.“Well,” he pressed, “the forty-eight hours is up, and we’ve given you what you asked for. It’s time we talk about our payment.”I nod
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