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Screamed Ken through a speaker hidden somewhere at the main entrance.
Ken had the compound wired round with CCTV cameras and hidden speakers, he paid utmost attention to security fails.
“Shit.” Ben freaked out almost losing balance.
The doors opened revealing Ken in a black T-shirt as he, sat backing Ben at a corner of the room.
The living room had expensive furniture all over, a center table littered with packets of cigarette, a matching sofa accompanied the perception that he was a lover of the colour black.
“Welcome.” Ken stood up and walked towards the fire place.