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CHAPTER 122

Alex

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Our footsteps echoed off the walls on the thirtieth floor. The floor was dedicated to restaurants and shopping malls. The air, musty and stale, and dust had inhabited every surface it could find. I wondered what I was paying the cleaners for.

The plumber and I trod towards the commercial kitchen in one of the restaurant spaces as there was a report about some pipes leaking.

I leaned on one of the walls that were predominantly stainless steel. Crossing my feet, I pointed at the other wall across me. “The pipers are behind that panel.”

The serviceman pulled out his tools from his work bag and strode to the wall. After observing, he slipped into work. With a screwdriver, he began losing the screws.

My phone beeped, and I reached for it from inside my suit pocket. A reminder popped up: meeting with Mr. Yang.

I pinched at my nasal bridge. I had forgotten about that. For a man who had an impeccable memory, forgetting important things was something I couldn’t get used to.

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