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Chapter 141: The hard way
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The door to Joe’s office swung open, pulling Joe out of his thought. It was Mr. Adam.

"Hope I’m not interrupting," Mr. Adam said, stepping inside with a stern look in his eyes.

Joe hesitated for a moment, debating whether to hide the envelope as he normally would. But something about Creed’s persistence, and Mr. Adam’s steady presence, made him decide otherwise.

“Not at all,” Joe replied, gesturing for Mr. Adam to sit. “Actually, I’m glad you’re here.”

He slid the envelope across the desk, revealing its contents. “I received this today.”

Mr. Adam’s eyes narrowed as he examined the photograph and note. “Who sent this?”

“Who else? Creed,” Joe said, his voice displayed with frustration. “I don’t know how, but he managed to get this photo from last night. He’s still trying to shake me.”

Mr. Adam’s expression hardened. “He’s desperate, Joe. People like him thrive on intimidation. But don’t let him get to you.”

Joe scoffed, leaning forward. “Don’t let him get to me? Adam, this isn
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