Two months hurtled by and the weather had gone from cold to butt-numbing freezing. No one ventured outside willingly, not even the Night Walker who preferred spending his days cooped up in an office. Throwing the pen down with a noisy clatter, I threw my hands up and let it flop to my side without a care. The chair groaned under my weight as if knowing the burden I carried. It was a mind-numbing problem, really. Despite becoming a force to reckon with in the market, Luna Services still hasn't managed to buy the trust of the people in the Slums. Red Rumble continued to elude Nash as they held their regular customers steadily. There was simply too much work to be done in the office and I wanted out. "I'm thinking of retiring," I sighed. Ignacio paused his work and looked up from the tall stack of folders on his desk. "I'm sorry, could you say that again?" I raised an eyebrow at the utter confusion on I
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