The Receptionist Handed Me a Vendor Badge at My Own Sister’s Engagement Party – Updated Stories

in my room.

Time seemed to stretched into an eternity. Any second he would lift the dust ruffle and it would all be over.

Then Grant’s radio crackled. It was Cain’s voice, feigning panic. “All units, we have a credible threat at the Federal Plaza. Potential bomb. I need Grant’s team responding, code three.”

The boots hesitated.

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