Chad was in his office, brooding and cold as ever, hunched over his desk. A Doberman named Leviathan, his child's pet, was dozing at his feet, snoring loudly. When Chad heard the sound of the door opening, he scooped up a lot of zip bags of white powder into his bag, hiding them, although he knew perfectly well that his child was aware of his work. Chad turned to them with an empty face and said in a soft, low voice. "Did you want something, fishy?"
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27/01/2025