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The next few days were a blur of anxiety for Derek. The thug's calls became more frequent, each one more insistent than the last. He ignored them at first, hoping they'd stop on their own. But the constant buzzing of his phone was both an annoyance and a looming threat. Every time his phone lit up, his pulse quickened.

By the third day, Derek couldn’t take it anymore. He picked up the phone, glaring at the unknown number flashing across the screen. His thumb hovered over the "Answer" button, but he hesitated. “What do they want?” he muttered, pacing the length of his office. “I’ve already paid them what they asked for. Why the hell are they still calling?”

He considered asking Ethan for advice but quickly dismissed the idea. The less anyone knew about this, the better. He was in deep enough already.

Derek eyed his phone like a snake poised to strike. Just as he was about to silence the device for the tenth time, it rang again. This time, the name of the thug’s contact appeared: “H
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