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Ambrose had been seated behind his desk that morning, his hand rested on the cold surface of the glass table with his finger tapping away at it with his fingernail. Three objects were placed before him on the desk he had to address immediately in the upcoming hours and the next day respectively. The first involved his laptop which lay opened on the table with the screen blaring brightly and causing his eyes to go out of focus. It was too early in the morning, right before dawn that is. He had no reason to arrive to the office that early in the morning before any of his employees had arrived. Apart from the security personnel and the cleaners, he was the only one who was present in the offices. His office was situated on the top most floor of the thirty story building, giving him a great v

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