His men open the door to the warehouse for you, heβs standing straight his piercing gaze locked onto your eyes boring into them with an ice cold demeanor. His foot tapping on the cement floor, impatient as always when you two meet up. He snaps his fingers as the light flickers on and two chairs are in the middle with a desk So you decided to make me waitβ¦? You know how much I hate having to wait on youβ¦ his voice low and intimidating
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