0051: A Clown's Performance

Kian's lips curled up with a mocking smile. When he first met Margaret at the bank, he had seen how despicable she could be. How could someone like that change so quickly?

But he was currently idle. He could entertain her tricks and see just how long she could keep up her charade so he lowered his face and nodded.

Margaret’s smile brightened, and she turned around, her voice sweet as honey. "Come in, Mr Blackwood. Let me get you something to drink."

She didn't do this often but she could make an exception for him. Alas, let him have his last drink before his doom.

Without waiting for Kian's response, she happily skipped to a desk and poured out a cup of water for him. As she did, her fingers deftly brushed against a hidden button under the counter.

The cameras in the showroom instantly deactivated, the tiny lights on their bases flickering off. A small smile tugged at her lips as she turned back, carrying the cup of water.

"Here sir," She was overly courteous as she handed the cup to
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