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Richard's POV: "Richard!" Here he comes. Mark came busting in through the front door, fuming. He must have received the news from Conrad. That took all of thirty minutes. He stormed inside the office, walking up to me. "What is this about?!" He asked, slamming his hands down on my desk. I stared at him blankly, wondering where he got the guts to act like he owned the place. His eyes were flashing with fury. Something about his aura in this state was bothering me. It was dark and oppressive. I felt a spark of annoyance. "Watch your tone, Mark." I said. Mark leaned back, a dark look in his eyes. "You want me to kill people for you?" That's right. I hadn't ever asked something like this of him before. "Yes. And?" "You can't be serious. I'm not going to kill anyone!" "Mark, incase yo
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