"Come, come, I can see you are enjoying my house," Lucas said while smiling. He walked slowly across the room, brushing his fingers over the surface of the table, and frowned. "I hate dusty places, Jimmy. You haven’t changed at all, same old dirty habits."Jimmy stood in the middle of the room, his legs feeling weak. His eyes grew wide, and his lips trembled. He took a small step back, pointing at Lucas with a shaky finger. "You... you’re dead," he stammered. "This can’t be real. Is someone trying to mess with my head? Were you cloned? What is happening to me right now?"Lucas walked up to him and gently tapped his cheek. "It's me, Jimmy, your boss. I’m not a ghost. I’m very much alive, and to be honest, I feel stronger than ever."Jimmy’s eyes went to the orange knife lying near the armchair. He moved slowly, hoping Lucas wouldn’t notice, but Lucas was faster. In a quick move, Lucas grabbed Jimmy’s arm, twisted it behind him, and spun him around. With a low whisper close to his ear,
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