GRAY’S POVI spent most of my time in the office just like I always did since then. It was already dark when I left the Moore Estates’ building and headed to the address Marco sent me. “It’s been a long time, dude! How the fuck can you spend your days caging yourself in your office?” Marco greeted me, handing me a glass of alcohol. The bastard did not even offer me a seat first. Three of us were inside the private room of Marco’s newly opened club. Marco and Kole, my friends, came from a well-known family, too. Both of them had established their name in the business industry, so it was rare for us to meet during weekdays due to hectic schedules. Marco had set this meeting randomly for an unknown reason. “You really got connections, huh? I saw a lot of people on my way here. I remember most of their faces but not their names,” Kole commented, the corner of his lips turning up as he looked at our friend, Marco. I sat on the couch and put the alcohol glass on the table. I was not in
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