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55. I'm waiting for you, my bittersweet gangsta
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Abraham
"You must be kidding me, Roven", I husked, my head ached in distress as I settled myself in my cabin.
"That's true, Sir", his voice shook in fear. "Our database is leaked by someone. And all our clients are no longer feeling safe to work with us.
My fucking brain had stopped working. When I was busy cleaning the mess of the underworld, someone was betraying me in my own company. It had been 15 years since I was running this tobacco company and I hardly came across a traitor. I wondered who the black sheep would be. However, before that, it was very much important for me to get things to go right.
I immediately tried to reach all my clients and businesses partners who had been collaborating with us for more than a decade. Unfortunately enough, all of them turned me down, saying that they didn't feel safe with us with their information. And gradually till the end of the day, I had lost almost all the contracts I had at present w
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