The Zander's empire sextuplets
I straightened, a slow smirk forming on my lips as I walked out of my office to the floor, meeting Xavier already standing beside the car, immediately driving off as I got into the car.
A while later, I walked into the torture room, with Harold tied to a chair, his face pale and sweat beading his forehead.
"Mr. Zander," he began, his voice trembling, "I need to explain."
"Stay still Harold," I said, pulling the gun I'd used earlier today out of my pocket to the table beside me. He obeyed quickly, like a child caught stealing candy.
"I'm sure you know why you're here," I said, leaning back in my chair, my eyes cold and calculating.
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