As for money, as long as Lacuna had funds, Noah would never be short of it."An old friend," he said without elaborating. He took a cigarette case from his pocket, shook out one, and held it between his lips without lighting it. "It's just a small job—finding someone. I'll be back in three to five days."His tone was casual, as if it truly were nothing more than a trivial errand.Spence leaned back in his wide executive chair. He knew Noah well: the more lightly he spoke of something, the less simple it usually was.Besides, for a "small job" that required Noah himself to ask for leave, the background of the person involved was bound to be interesting."Finding someone?" Spence said slowly, studying him. "You know, I've also taken on a job recently—looking for someone. That person… is named Ryan Douglas."Noah had just picked up a lighter from the desk. Hearing the familiar name, his hand slipped with a soft scrape.His expression, however, did not change. He calmly lit the ciga
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