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THE once dimly lit room, heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and aged whiskey, now seemed to grow colder by the second, as Lucas sat there, behind his massive oak desk, still staring on like a maroon, his face was stone cold, Boogie noticed something was off but pretended as though he didn't.

“Here we are,” he announced again and this time, the pitch in his voice grew more higher