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She informed. "Fuck!" he yelled. "Okay, thanks, you can leave now," Scott said, with a frown on his face. Mrs. Campbell walked out of the office. Scott was burning with rage, Mr. Satoshi was one of the clients that buys multiple artworks from Scotts company, in a month he purchases artworks of up to forty million dollars from his company, and now he has left his company. ***************** The next day, at Rockwell’s Art Enterprises. Rockwell was on his way to his secretary's office. He had a blue file in his hand, and he was walking with hast. He arrived at the office door, he bolts into the office,

"Go back and tell Joel WIlliam that he's going to have to send someone a little more powerful if he wants to hurt Shelby Mothleen. You're clearly not cutting it." The man in the facemask knew that he was no match for his opponent. Immediately, he turned to flee. Skyler chuckled. He returned to the night market and bought himself an ice cream cone, eating it as he trailed the girls from far behind. "It's a pretty cool job, if I'm being honest." Skyler wondered if he would be paid for this. On second thought, the image of Wilbur pummeling him to a pulp was enough for him to quickly drop that idea.