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“So, here we all are,” Callum said, ordering Tyson to shut the doors with a glance. “I must say, this is lovely, Jobsworth. Really inspiring. What did you do, send invites to the whole street? I mean, look, there must be at least fifty Sultan Roaders here. Oh, and the surrounding roads, too, I see. I know you. You live on Malins Road. You’re the bar b***h’s dad.”
Nigel shot Zofia’s dad a warning glance, telling him to remain seated. “This is a private meeting, Callum. I’m afraid you and your mates are going to have to leave.” He didn’t expect his neighbour to do much except laugh.
“If you lot think you can get rid of us, go ahead, bring it.” Callum pointed at him. “Let me ask you, though, Jobsworth. What did you expect to get from this meeting, huh? Are you all discussing what to do
