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Three months ago, JD had been called in to his boss’s office and told he was going to meet the Big Boss. A couple of the hosts took him outside where an SUV was waiting. It was after work, the late hours of the evening or early hours of the morning depending on how you looked at it, so there weren’t many cars on the road. Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to a metal gate where an armed security officer waved them through. Inside was one of those fancy Mediterranean-style Florida houses, with a stucco exterior and multiple wings, tasteful outdoor lighting integrated with lush, privacy landscaping, and swimming pools JD could smell but couldn’t see. At least not yet.
The hosts led JD down a path to one of the pools and motioned him to a chair about ten feet from a man who was already
