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CHAPTER 92

CARL.

Graterol poured a whiskey on the rocks and then poured another for me, handing it to me as we sat around his desk.

"I thought Darwing would be here," I mentioned, taking a sip of my drink.

"Yes, it would have been nice, but he has to travel tomorrow. And I prefer it that way, let him take care of that travel pressure, I'm not good for it anymore."

"You don't like to travel anymore?" I asked with a hint of amusement, I knew his all life was business and travel.

"I'm getting too old... but well, let's talk about what's important." He opened a drawer on his side of the desk and took out a black folder with several documents inside. "Are you still working alone, or do you already have an assistant? I need someone to organize these statements for me."

I shook my head in disbelief at the mess he had inside the folder and sighed, taking the folder from his hands.

"I can't believe that in this day and age, there are still these kinds of printouts. Fito, there is such a thing as a comput
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