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136: Highest Boiling Point
Alan’s POV
"Oh, yeah, I don't know why people have been so easily offended lately, but really, no one is harmed, right?"
The man on the other end of the phone rambled on about general ethics, social norms, and various other nonsense. I stayed silent, swallowing all of his unhelpful lectures. My eyes rolled upwards every time he recited sections about advertisement broadcasting.
"Alright, sir. I understand. How about we meet to discuss this matter, hm? Talking in person will surely feel different, right?"
Usually, this trick works with some hush money. What else did they want but money? Moreover, in my opinion, this controversy was completely groundless.
"No, no. I'm not trying to bribe you, sir. I just want to
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