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Chapter 14 : An Invitation

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last update publish date: 2026-07-22 09:30:40

The last contract hit the desk with a soft thud and Marco didn’t even look at it.

"Send it to Milan. Tonight."

"Yes, Boss."

His secretary took the folder and was gone before he could change his mind.

The door opened again thirty seconds later.

"Shipment’s at two," the guy said. "Warehouse Seven."

"Move it to Nine."

"Nine’s got a leak and Seven’s got cops driving by every hour."

"Good, let them drive." Marco closed the file. "By the time they get a warrant there won’t be anything left to fi
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