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Chapter 41: drunk in a haze.
Author: June girl
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The next day arrived, and all Joe wanted to do was relax and forget about his encounter with Victor. But as he sat in his office, Victor’s words kept ringing in his head.

How could the answers he was looking for be in the estate? And if he was right where does he start looking?

“Sir!” A knock on the door caught Joe’s attention.

Joe adjusted himself.

“Come in," he called, and his eyes returned to the paperwork scattered in front of him.

The door creaked open, and Jeremy stepped inside, clutching a small brown envelope.

"Sir, this just came in for you," he said, and his words made Joe lift his head.

Joe looked up and nodded, reaching out his hand.

"Thanks, Jeremy." He took the envelope, and Jeremy turned, leaving the office without a second glance.

The moment the door clicked shut, Joe's curiosity turned to dread. Something about the envelope felt off. Then, he noticed the trademark at the bottom.

“This was another death threat.” He said to himself.

With a deep breath, he
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