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Six men stood there in the middle of the room. Before Arthur, stood a man in his early fifties with short height, a thin mustache on his upper lip and a shining bald. Four more much younger men surrounded him with the same black clothes the guards wore before the VVIP entrance.

The way they stood behind and around that bald man, indicated theirs being his men.

And obviously working with Arthur.

"Pozdravlyayu, Mr. Valencian," said the man with his thick Russian accent. His mustache twitched as a smirk tugged onto his dark lips.

Arthur shook his hand with his. "Congratulations to us, Ivanov. After all, it's the result of both of our hard work."

I frowned. 

Ivanov? Why did this name sound familiar…

My lips parted in shock. Ivanov, one of the partners of the Russian company Ace was going to sign the deal with.

He was with Arthur? Oh

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Christy Lambert Gilbert
Record the darn conversation. How frustrating as a reader, even we know recording provides evidence. Wish she had a single smart brain cell.
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Njideka Ini
always getting annoyed af
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Amanda King
I’m sorry but she’s dumb AF. SMH
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