Charles I was halfway through a laugh when Ivan said something ridiculous on the phone.“No, no,” he said, his voice loud through the speaker. “You should’ve seen his face. I swear, Charles, if stupidity had a face, it would be his.”I leaned back on the couch, shaking my head.“You say that about everyone,” I replied, smirking slightly.“Because everyone keeps proving me right,” Ivan said.“That’s not how logic works,” I said.“It is in my world.”I chuckled. “What did he even do?” I asked.Ivan exhaled loudly like he couldn’t believe he had to explain it again.“He had one job,” he said. “One job. And somehow, he managed to mess it up in a way I didn’t even think was possible.”“That doesn’t narrow it down,” I replied.He laughed. “Fair enough,” he said. “He delivered the wrong package.”I frowned slightly. “That’s it?” I asked.“That’s it?” he repeated. “You don’t think that’s a problem?”“It depends on the package,” I said.Ivan went quiet for a second.“It was money, Charles,” h
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