The spy
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"Now, seriously Wahid, I don't have time to waste like you," Shazia said as she dropped the beer can on the ground.
Her gaze turned to him as he looked at her with an annoying smile, "Either you tell me what the so-called information that you have, or I shot you right here and forgot you ever existed," Her tone was full of anger and so was her voice.
"You still did not get manners, do you?" Wahid made a face picking up the beer can as he looked at her, his long hair falling all over his face.
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