Eighty eight

What?

Could this really be the real Travis Danforth?

Ezekiel's knees trembled as fear and trepidation consumed him. He continued to scrutinize Travis, struggling to accept the possibility that this man before him could indeed be the chairman of the Danforth Group.

No way!! It couldn't be true, could it?

"Give me back my phone," Travis demanded, his anger unwavering as he locked eyes with Ezekiel. "Since you believe I'm an impostor, why not put it to the test? Or do you have reservations about confirming my identity?" Travis challenged.

Ezekiel gulped, still grappling with disbelief. "Are — are you truly Travis Danforth? Is this for real?"

"I've said it, let's try it out. I'm more than willing to prove my authenticity. Hand me my phone," Travis pressed on, his annoyance palpable.

Ezekiel shook his head in desperation and dropped to his knees. "No, no, if you truly are Travis Danforth, you must understand that I didn't intend for any of this to happen. I swear, it was never my intention
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