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The elevator doors swung open when it got to the last floor. I tucked my phone into my pocket, striding out of the elevator.
“The building is empty, boss.” One of my men approached me in long strides.
“And the others are alert at their positions?” I asked him, adjusting the cuffs and collar of my shirt.
“Yes, sir.” He affirmed.
“Good. Tell the guys in the lobby to come with me. You guys can stay by the door. I'd love to speak with him alone first. On my signal, you can come in,” I said authoritatively.
“Yes, boss.”
I advanced to the door, letting myself in without knocking. I'd rather save myself the stress when I am not here on official business.
My eyes darted around the luxurious workspace coated in white paint and decorated with black furniture. There was a wide sheet of
