It was January 18th. It was a stormy night and the stars werenโt very bright. While Marco was in his office having a drink of coffee as he watched the rain slide down the giant window of his dark grey office which had a very large area, he had a large couch and desk. It was quite spacious for an arrogant spy like him. He was enjoying his peace, until a loud sound disturbed him. He glanced around and paused. He raised an eyebrow and sat his mug on the desk. Looking out the window.
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01/03/2025