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"Or the pressure of possession," Rei countered, her voice dropping an octave. She glanced at his briefcase. "You look like a man carrying the weight of the world, Mr. Sato."

Sato stared at the envelope, then at the briefcase. It was a bluff. Rei had no ticket. She had no cash. She had a scalpel hidden in her garter belt and a team of cleaners waiting in a van outside. If he didn't take the deal, she would have to take the case by force, and the evening would get messy. rei mizuna

"Rei to Control," she whispered into her sleeve. "Package secured. Target terminated professionally." Metaphorically, she added in her head. "Or the pressure of possession," Rei countered, her

He placed the briefcase on the railing and snatched the envelope from her hand. Without a word, he turned and sprinted toward the elevator, leaving the party and his ambition behind. She had no cash

She closed the case.