Resisting the DevilThe sound of his own footsteps echoed as Rico climbed the narrow metal stairs. Each step groaned under his weight, a reminder that there was no turning back now. The intercom’s buzz still rang in his ears, low and commanding, threaded with something he couldn’t name.Fear?No.Curiosity?Maybe.Whatever it was, it had pulled him upstairs, though every instinct screamed to run the other way.To the office.The Boss was waiting when Rico pushed open the door. He was seated behind the desk, his sleeves rolled up, his cigarette burning in one hand. The light from the desk lamp shining bright across his cheekbones, making him look more like a painting than a man — something carved, not born.“Close the door,” the Boss said, with a calm voice but leaving no room for argument.Rico obeyed, shutting it behind him. He stood by the door, his arms were crossed, his chin high. “What do you want?”The Boss didn’t answer right away. He studied him —his eyes were scanning every d
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