I recognized that face instantly. It was Adam, the vice president of the Stone Ridge Pack’s branch company.
I had suspected someone was working against us from the inside, but I never would have guessed it was him.
“So rude,” Adam commented, his tone dripping with false sympathy as he strolled into the room. He closed the door behind him and flicked a switch. A single, dusty bulb sputtered to life, hanging from a cobweb-shrouded wire and
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