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he instructed.
The secretary hurried out, returned with his coffee, and placed it neatly on his table. She was about to start explaining his schedule when his phone rang.
He checked the caller ID.
It was Frank.
“You can go,” he said to his personal assistant.
“Hello, Frank,” he answered.
It hadn’t even been thirty-five minutes, and Frank was already calling back.
“Mr. Charles, I’ve gotten the information already,” Frank said.
“Good,” Charles replied.
“I’ve sent it to your email. And don’t forget to pay my money this time around,” Frank added.
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