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Kimball exhaled a puff of smoke, pointing to the chair he was sitting in at the table.
Brasco hesitated, his hands balled into fists, his face red with rage and desperation.
"Why?"
He snapped, stepping forward and slamming his palms onto the polished oak table. The sound echoed through the dimly lit office. His eyes burned with frustration as he leaned in, glaring at President Aaron Kimball.
Kimball, unfazed, took another slow drag of his cigarette befo ...
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