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•••••••••• Novah •••••••••• “Good afternoon. How may I be of help?” a guy asks as we stop in front of the counter in what looks to be a retail store with a restaurant on the other side. “We are wondering if you are hiring by any chance. We are looking for work,” Nolan tells him, since the guy has a manager tag on, and the guy tells us they, unfortunately, aren’t hiring at the moment. But just as we turn around to leave, someone asks us to wait. We stop and look up to see another guy emerge from the back. Judging by his appearance, he seems to be in his late twenties and doesn't give the impression of being an employee here. He’s dressed in an expensive-looking tux, and I don’t miss the Patek Philippe Guilloché on his wrist. He’s probably the owner of this place’s son, or he could even