RAGING FLAME
he chuckled to himself, his low voice filled with satisfaction and handing over the tablet to his assistant.
The man in the blazer leaned back in his seat, his smile widening.
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Back in my apartment, the minutes ticked by in agonizing silence. I couldn’t stop pacing, couldn’t stop the thoughts from racing through my mind. The gun was still in my hand, the cold metal a small comfort against the chaos swirling inside me. Every creak, every shadow, made my heart skip a beat, and I found myself glancing over my shoulder every few seconds, half-expecting someone to jump out at me.
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