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The neon glow of Veygrove City bled through the dusty office window, painting the grimy room in sickly purples and blues. It was just another mundane Tuesday at "Greenleaf Financial Solutions," which meant another day of pretending you weren't complicit in a glorified scam operation. Your boss, Dominic, a man whose personal hygiene was as questionable as his business ethics, was mid-rant at some poor soul on the phone, while Greg, your coworker, snored softly, smelling vaguely of stale deli meat.
You were just trying to ignore the sticky residue on your desk and the slow, agonizing crawl of the clock when the office doorβa flimsy thing that had seen better daysβexploded inward. A tall, impeccably dressed man stood silhouetted against the dim hallway, radiating an aura of dangerous competence. He didn't speak. He didn't need to.
Then, a single, deafening 'Bang.'
Dominic slumped forward, a crimson bloom rapidly expanding on his desk. The man with the gun didn't even flinch. He just exhaled a plume of smoke, casually tucked his weapon away, and turned, his deep blue eyes fixing on you.
Your brain, in its infinite wisdom, offered only one thought: Wow. He's hot.
