ISLAThe shop doors swung open with a soft chime, and a group of men in blue suits walked in, moving with a certain level of precision. Their eyes scanned the room quickly before settling on the red-faced manager still trembling on the floor.One of them stepped forward, his tone formal and authoritative.“Are you Anthony, the manager?” he asked, his gaze every inch intimidating.Anthony stuttered, his hands twitching nervously at his sides. “Y-yes… I am,” he managed to croak, his voice barely carrying over the sudden silence that had fallen in the store.The suited men exchanged a brief glance, their expressions unreadable, before focusing back on him, the authority in their presence making the temperature in the room feel colder.One of the suited men stepped closer, his tone businesslike.“We were sent by the shop owners,” he said, eyes locked on Anthony. “We’re here to remove you from the premises.”Anthony opened his mouth, fumbling for words, panic clear in his trembling frame.
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