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The Start of a Bad Habit

Damon’s POV

“Boss,”

I could barely hear anyone despite the echo of voices yelling my name. I stared at an empty space, dazed and frozen on the floor where I had slumped to as the cops walked away with the valuables in my office.

I didn't care about my pride and what my employees had to say about my humiliating position. I already lost my pride anyway.

My phone rang, vibrating against my pocket and drawing my attention to a world different from the one I had trapped myself in.

Tears ...

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