93. THE MESS

ZALEY || NOW

The city lights flicker like dying stars behind Zaley’s towering glass windows. He sits behind his desk, calm, calculating, in his tailored black suit—a half-empty tumbler of whiskey sweats on the mahogany surface.

The door opens.

Maxson Dufort walks in, reeking of cigar smoke and f...

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