Ms. Zera adjusted her cuffs as she strode through the dim hallway, unhurried. The scent of leather and gunpowder lingered—familiar, almost comforting.
Reaching Mr. Damon’s office, she raised a hand to knock.
Bang. Bang.
Two gunshots rang out. Zera didn’t flinch. A pause. Then. “Come in.”
Inside, fresh blood seeped into the carpet. Damon sat behind his desk, gun still smoking.
Zera ignored the bodies, placing a folder down. “The reports.”
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