Back Stabbed

The ringtone echoed in the quiet confines of Jared's office, jolting him from his concentration. He reached for his phone, his brows furrowing as he glanced at the caller ID. Thompson. The name sent a shiver down his spine, memories of their past encounters flooding back. With a sigh, he answered the call, uncertainty lacing his voice. "Thompson?"

The voice on the other end was cold, dripping with a malevolent satisfaction that made Jared's stomach churn. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the mighty Jared. Heard you've been having a bit of a rough time lately."

Jared's grip tightened on the phone. "What do you want, Thompson?"

Thompson chuckled darkly. "Just thought I'd check in on my old friend. How's life treating you?"

Jared's eyes narrowed, suspicion growing. There was something off about this call, something that set his instincts on high alert. "Cut the small talk, Thompson. What's your game?"

The mocking tone in Thompson's voice intensified. "Game? Oh, nothing much. Just enjoying
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