The Devil in a suit
A male voice, pleading.
— Please… please, I beg you… I have a family… Let me go…
My blood runs cold. I freeze, eyes wide. What is this? I step closer, my nose almost against the doorframe. The door is open barely ten centimetres enough to hear, but not enough to see. I listen, holding my breath.
Another voice, deeper, mocking:
— A family? Did you think about yours when you ran your mouth, huh? The boss hates traitors.
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