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Lace grinned wickedly. "Whose idea was that? So delightfully petty."

Caesor smiled faintly, his glasses catching a glint of light.

"Boss Grayson's."

Lace burst out laughing at that. "That's brutal!"

The cargo was quickly emptied. Caesor did a quick inventory and clapped his hands. "Good. This is everything."

The foreigner nodded. "Mission complete, then. We'll be on our way