— So, that’s how it’s going to be. Your celebration — you treat everyone. If you want to eat, cook it yourself. If you want to pay the courier, sell your watch. And as for me — I’M NOT HERE.
Part 1. Someone Else’s Bill and a Forgotten Grudge The office smelled of expensive leather and the air purifier that hummed steadily in the corner. Timur leaned back in his chair, savoring the pleasant weight of his new status. Regional Director of Logistics at a major construction holding company. It sounded solid. He ran his […]
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